A Tribute to Love

I met Jason when I was 17 and he, 23. I was entering my senior year in college (don’t ask) and he was working in his father’s business. He was sensitive, a music lover and intellectually gifted. His avocation was wood carving and he created beautiful pieces of art by, as he said (quoting Michelangelo), “Just cutting away the excess wood and releasing what was hidden inside.”
He was the yin to my yang, my “bashert” ( a Hebrew word meaning the one intended for you, your other half), my “kismet” (a Turkish word meaning fate), the part of me that needed to be made complete.

We knew each other for 63 years and were married for 62. I won’t say we never quarreled—you can’t be together that long without some differences—but we always realized before it was too late that we had done the right thing by being together. Our love never wavered. We might disagree, argue, walk different paths, but always found our way back because our love was real and sustaining.

When Jay retired, we became not only closer but more active in community projects, politics and art. He did a lot of wood carving and I wrote poetry and children’s stories. We were even more productive than when we practiced our professions. Jay and I did everything as a couple: volunteered on the same committees, visited many art shows, even cooked together. Our happiest time was spent with or watching the feral animals that visited our garden to nest or eat. One year, Jason befriended a pregnant doe. When she delivered her two fawns, she brought them to our yard to hide and taught them, eventually, to eat out of Jason’s hands. We attracted raccoons that also brought their babies to sleep each evening in our hanging baskets while they foraged through the night. We’d leave snacks and water on our deck for them and soon possums and skunks joined in our personal zoo.  

Sign Up for E-News

Jason and I had three wonderful children and watched as they raised their children to be caring and contributing adults. We were never disappointed in them or each other. Ours is, indeed, the quintessential fairy tale love story.

My husband’s sense of humor was clever and resourceful. A few weeks before he left this world, he was tired and just stopped talking. Frustrated, I said to him, “Jason, speak!” Turning his head, he raised one eyebrow, smiled and said, “WOOF!!” That was Jay, quick-thinking to the end.

I held him close as he slipped into his next incarnation and away from me; his mortal remains were left to science.  
As we gathered, sometime later, for his memorial, many wonderful tributes were made to him by his children, his friends and others whose lives he had touched. I believe it is William Shakespeare whose words describe Jason best: “His life was gentle, and the elements so mixed in him that nature might stand up and say to all the world—THIS WAS A MAN.”

The opinions expressed herein are the writer's alone, and do not reflect the opinions of TAPinto.net or anyone who works for TAPinto.net. TAPinto.net is not responsible for the accuracy of any of the information supplied by the writer.

TAP Into Another Town's News:

You May Also Be Interested In

Sign Up for E-News

Somers

Load Up The Wagon!

We didn’t have the luxury of minivans when the boys were small. What we did have was a 1966 Ford Country Squire station wagon: long, sleek, solid and hunter green with imitation “woodie” trim.

Our wagon was certainly big enough to accommodate three growing boys and a baby in a portable crib (anchored down on the back seat) with plenty of room to spare.  This set-up ...

Twelve-score and one year ago

Last week, on the 4th of July, America turned 241 years old. Did you bring a birthday present? What do you get for the country that has everything? It has amber waves of grain, it has purple mountain majesties, it has oceans white with foam. Most of these  assets are highly leveraged to the Chinese at the moment, so you’d better get out and see them now because they’re planning ...

Cell phones: A boon or a bust?

We’ve all had the experience of being “butt-dialed,” a euphemism for your pocket-held cell phone accidentally pressing someone else’s number. My granddaughter, Shanna, has unknowingly called me from parties at 2 a.m. I’ve enjoyed listening in on many of her celebrations and sometimes even joined in the fun when being discovered on her phone.

My most recent cell ...

A (Burnt) Toast to Love and Marriage, on the Rocks

In its first few moments, sitcom-style comedy “Clever Little Lies” grabs audience attention right away, with one of the most revealing wardrobe changes you’ll ever see on stage. It is done modestly but just provocatively enough to elicit vocal appreciation from amused patrons.

The fast-paced play, starring Richard Kline of TV comedy classic “Three’s ...

The Adventures of Superdog

I was always very impressed that my dog could bark on command and come when I called his name, until I read in the newspaper about a dog that saved his owner’s life by calling 9-1-1. Apparently, when his owner had a seizure, the dog pushed a speed-dial button for 9-1-1, barked into the receiver for help, and then opened the door when the responders arrived.

Honestly, though, it’s ...

Upcoming Events

Carousel_image_ac458cf35e59e7e799ad_postcard_bocceside

Tue, July 17, 1:00 PM

Yorktown Heights

BOCCE OPEN PLAY

Sports

Carousel_image_ac458cf35e59e7e799ad_postcard_bocceside

Tue, July 24, 1:00 PM

Yorktown Heights

BOCCE OPEN PLAY

Sports

Sat, July 28, 6:30 PM

Weil Preserve, North Salem

Jazz in the Meadow with Bill Evans

Arts & Entertainment Other