tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11357368039785664472024-03-12T22:13:13.836-04:00paulgoldstein.orgNeilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05925920289168620415noreply@blogger.comBlogger50125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1135736803978566447.post-28717038868470891362022-12-22T10:39:00.001-05:002022-12-22T10:39:35.899-05:0015 Years of Memories (and more)<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgSRaMsXlwH_yYK3DgnGGcpPwwFCW1v52czUgsVZRIB9kLe-5R5m62iAfbbj4JTBFtoDnms4rHLMfBpHa_PfZv03G7-TSuDF3UbnzMaplayqWjGJiXyTpG9-FZrxwf65cPT3QoIVgpkxEfXhtJBMJAiOjSeRui2wGqkb8sJJoLKxbRCaRSvfCW0myzB" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="910" data-original-width="716" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgSRaMsXlwH_yYK3DgnGGcpPwwFCW1v52czUgsVZRIB9kLe-5R5m62iAfbbj4JTBFtoDnms4rHLMfBpHa_PfZv03G7-TSuDF3UbnzMaplayqWjGJiXyTpG9-FZrxwf65cPT3QoIVgpkxEfXhtJBMJAiOjSeRui2wGqkb8sJJoLKxbRCaRSvfCW0myzB=w252-h320" width="252" /></a></div>When I was 8 and you were 15<p></p><p>I remember the wonder of electronics you introduced me to</p><p>Look where it went<br /></p><p><br /></p><p>When I was 15 and you were 22</p><p>You were the brother with the apartment we could hang out in</p><p>Eating home made spare ribs, and Sukiyaki cooked at the table</p><p><br /></p><p>I've watched all the kids cross the 15 year old line</p><p>Learning about the world. The world without you now</p><p>Someday the grandkids will be 15</p><p>We all make sure they know who you are</p><p>And how much of you we see in everyone</p><p><br /></p><p>Rest my brother</p><p>We've got this</p><p>But, we miss you terribly</p>Neilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05925920289168620415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1135736803978566447.post-84326642719718936072021-12-22T09:49:00.003-05:002021-12-22T09:49:41.820-05:00A poem for Paul<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhvZqACM8rZdkOdXiqjk0xU7wdN-vKTT7W6Ie9iRnN90DqohP7JlzNmDwbgY6UCTwuVdf7nZ1mZtAY_N_jN8I_2mmtb24Ff7H0OtdD2ZucSaH_1-P_895g8h2hn-WXNoc5aLVe9_QnXG5q61lnu9UU4PK_ODHGr1eZobUpg0qQBEw2fLiDNAHoQc8aM=s2386" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2386" data-original-width="1572" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhvZqACM8rZdkOdXiqjk0xU7wdN-vKTT7W6Ie9iRnN90DqohP7JlzNmDwbgY6UCTwuVdf7nZ1mZtAY_N_jN8I_2mmtb24Ff7H0OtdD2ZucSaH_1-P_895g8h2hn-WXNoc5aLVe9_QnXG5q61lnu9UU4PK_ODHGr1eZobUpg0qQBEw2fLiDNAHoQc8aM=s320" width="211" /></a></div><br />14 Years have passed us by<p></p><p>While families grow and on we fly</p><p>I hope you know what good things befell </p><p>To your family and friends since you said farewell</p><p><br /></p><p>Keep an eye on us from time to time</p><p>With the occasional joke dropped at the appropriate time</p><p>Because I know it's you that hides my pen</p><p>But also makes sure that we all win again</p><p><br /></p><p>We're still here Paul. And I know you're proud.</p>Neilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05925920289168620415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1135736803978566447.post-28123238969169612021-06-10T08:48:00.001-04:002021-06-10T08:48:24.294-04:00Families grow, people grow. The world turns and we get a little more gray.<p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J9u_WIXR3gM/YMIIAJxekkI/AAAAAAAA-Io/3PpGERBCg58NVmfCuDlMFmawRk-jxuuIQCPcBGAsYHg/s4032/20200617_160207.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="2268" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J9u_WIXR3gM/YMIIAJxekkI/AAAAAAAA-Io/3PpGERBCg58NVmfCuDlMFmawRk-jxuuIQCPcBGAsYHg/s320/20200617_160207.jpg" /></a></div>Make a wish.<p></p><p>The seeds carry on our breath</p><p>and the wind does the rest.</p><p>Life springs</p><p>where it lands</p><p>making tiny sunshine.</p><p style="text-align: left;">A ray of hope</p><p>destined to offer </p><p>more wishes to the hopeful.</p><p>I wish you could see us now.</p><p><br /></p><p>What a year. You're a grandpa again! COVID continues, and has changed the world fundamentally, for good, and bad. I'm a homeowner again, and all of the kids are heading in good directions, making good life choices. I'm teaching. I like this. All of it. Except what's missing. Happy birthday Paul!</p>Neilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05925920289168620415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1135736803978566447.post-50801114830283696412020-12-23T07:07:00.002-05:002020-12-23T07:10:57.400-05:00A Poem From Sue for 2020<p></p> <div><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">posted for the thirteenth anniversary of Paul's passing:</span></div><span style="font-size: x-small;"><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><span style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/amylovesyah/2371037097/" target="_blank"><img border="0" data-original-height="921" data-original-width="880" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0b3SQ4mScJs/X-MyalVSRfI/AAAAAAAA8Cg/p7MaFwborGoudvw_BMfCxHFoynsDXduTACLcBGAsYHQ/w383-h400/Screen%2BShot%2B2020-12-23%2Bat%2B7.04.39%2BAM.png" title="Photo by AmyLovesYah" width="383" /></a></span></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/amylovesyah/2371037097/" target="_blank">Photo by AmyLovesYah - Flickr</a></td></tr></tbody></table></span><p></p><p></p><p style="text-align: center;">December 22, 2020</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">In Remembrance of Paul</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Twelve years plus one </p><p style="text-align: center;">Around the Moon, Stars & Sun.</p><p style="text-align: center;">You've traveled them all</p><p style="text-align: center;">My dear friend Paul</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">You've caught stardust,</p><p style="text-align: center;">Thrown it down in from</p><p style="text-align: center;">Your place in the Heavens</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Tossing the colors of the</p><p style="text-align: center;">Seasons all around</p><p style="text-align: center;">Of Winter, Spring, Summer, & Fall</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">You've watched them all</p><p style="text-align: center;">From where you are</p><p style="text-align: center;">Creating magic for Jordan Paul</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">A new life is soon to be</p><p style="text-align: center;">Did you whisper to Jordy</p><p style="text-align: center;">"Call her Jelly"?</p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;">I think of all the places</p><p style="text-align: center;">You could be,</p><p style="text-align: center;">You were most happy with</p><p style="text-align: center;">Your family</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">And those of us whom</p><p style="text-align: center;">You called friends</p><p style="text-align: center;">Were blessed beyond</p><p style="text-align: center;">The Moon and Stars</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Where you have been traveling afar.</p><p style="text-align: center;">I know you met my Mom that night</p><p style="text-align: center;">At the end of this past November</p><p style="text-align: center;">Twenty two days away from this December day</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">On Christmas I will toast to both,</p><p style="text-align: center;">And all who've gone before</p><p style="text-align: center;">To all that was and is to come</p><p style="text-align: center;">Let Love carry you all home.</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Love Always, & Always, </p><p style="text-align: center;">Your friend Sue</p></div>Neilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05925920289168620415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1135736803978566447.post-26035569606676988592020-06-10T09:13:00.000-04:002020-06-10T09:13:31.875-04:00Happy Birthday Paul<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iDTKnLNJuSo/XuDcIZN_p9I/AAAAAAAA6es/E5zmxBpkDWQnt_xb1KKmqG3pXfmS8G-eQCK4BGAsYHg/s3083/spring.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1734" data-original-width="3083" height="225" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iDTKnLNJuSo/XuDcIZN_p9I/AAAAAAAA6es/E5zmxBpkDWQnt_xb1KKmqG3pXfmS8G-eQCK4BGAsYHg/w400-h225/spring.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>I'm not sure where to start. I'm missing Paul terribly today, on what would have been his 62nd birthday. I wonder how he would have managed himself through these strange times. I'm incredibly sad picturing him trying to play with Jordan with a mask on. Paul loved all that was new, and fascinating, as I do. These new technologies, and gadgets would have kept him occupied. He'd love being in these times. We'd all love it if that were possible. In the meantime enjoy these happy Spring flowers. Happy Birthday Paul.Neilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05925920289168620415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1135736803978566447.post-27410102257047476482019-12-22T18:52:00.003-05:002019-12-22T18:54:02.807-05:00Marching Through Time, and a Dozen Years Fly By<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Peace to all of you</div>
Neilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05925920289168620415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1135736803978566447.post-125703881145241782018-12-22T08:16:00.001-05:002018-12-22T08:16:24.142-05:0011<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This classic exchange today, on the 11th anniversary of Paul leaving us. So much to talk about this year. Our return to the Hudson Valley, officially graduating from college, Steph and Joe moving into their first house. More babies! Things are going well. As well as they can go without him here. I still have those moments, now over a decade later, where I want to pick up the phone and tell Paul about a <i>Monty Python Moment </i>that occurred, usually during my commute. I've been seriously considering finding a storytelling group somewhere and honing my abilities by spinning a good tale or two. Maybe telling Paul stories at The Moth or somewhere else in the city is something to aspire to. We miss you!Neilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05925920289168620415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1135736803978566447.post-29335631798252855232018-06-10T21:08:00.001-04:002018-06-10T21:08:34.499-04:00Someday You Will All Understand, and I'm Sorry, but you know, L I F E<a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V_JNMnGEX14/VnllxQOb4sI/AAAAAAAAXuk/_s4htoigTY4EpzkURljJKo4UKtCZWmfcwCPcBGAYYCw/s1600/paulcropped.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="222" data-original-width="161" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V_JNMnGEX14/VnllxQOb4sI/AAAAAAAAXuk/_s4htoigTY4EpzkURljJKo4UKtCZWmfcwCPcBGAYYCw/s1600/paulcropped.jpg" /></a>To: Ashley, Amy, David, Alec, Justin, and Angelle,<br />
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Paul would have have been 60 today so this is all fresh in my mind at the moment. Three of my six children knew their uncle Paul. Maybe not as well as I knew him, but enough to feel the empty space where he used to be. To my other three: You would have liked him. He was a gentle soul, and had the Goldstein sense of humor, maybe with a little more Monty Python thrown in. For me that empty space nags at me and reminds me that I can't share things with him. So many major and minor events that I feel like telling him about, or knowing how much he would have loved my new family, and the positive effects that would have had on everyone.<br />
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I tell you this now because someday some of you will experience this same thing. I hope to god it's a LONG time from now. Like 80 years from now. When it does happen though, those of you still here will think back to this and realize how important you are to each other. Even when you have differences. Even when things don't go quite right. Even if you all end up in six different states. You will always be bound by those family ties. I know you're not all close, all of the time, but consider starting some sort of regular meet up. My family did this when we were kids at the request of my grandparents, and we were all better for it. <br />
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I love you all. I may not be around when you understand what I'm talking about, but please consider the importance of family. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, and older it seems. Happy birthday Paul!Neilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05925920289168620415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1135736803978566447.post-44121794565520950772017-12-22T10:10:00.001-05:002017-12-22T10:11:34.932-05:00The Decade<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Dear Paul,<br />
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Clearly this is an amazing shot. As a family shrinks, it also grows. As the lower limbs of a tree disappear, new ones grow, and become entwined with the branches of other trees.<br />
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There are people missing here. Some who had a call to duty, or work. Some who left us after being here for so long. And, one in particular who should be here with a crazy grin on his face marveling at his grandson.<br />
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We've grown Paul. We've all continued down that path in your absence, and new people have joined this journey of ours. They all hear about you, and wish they could have met you. I know you would have wanted to meet each and every one of them too. Especially though, your grandson, and grandnephew.<br />
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It's been an eventful ten years. I'm thrilled with the accomplishments and revelations. I just wish I could tell you in person.<br />
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Miss you.Neilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05925920289168620415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1135736803978566447.post-41513544477237705312017-09-27T22:31:00.000-04:002017-10-14T08:00:24.823-04:00The Last Straw<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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It's funny what you can be sentimental about. A matchbook, a name-tag, a street-corner, or a plastic straw.<br />
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Paul loved drinking things with straws. As he began his ordeal which eventually took him away from us, the straws became more of a necessity. At some point when we were sharing the Jersey City apartment he asked in the dollar store nearby about buying a whole box of straws they had behind the counter. I can't remember what he paid for it, but it was more straws than most people would ever need. The box stayed in NJ when Paul left for good, and remained with me when I moved out. <br />
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Tonight I used the last one. Appropriately on a low carb milkshake. It's a strange feeling to be sentimental over such a trivial thing, but I found myself wondering if I should save it. In the end, I decided that Paul would have wanted me to use it on something like this, and not try to save it. I mean, it's just a straw, right?<br />
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Take care friends. Save the memories. Not the disposables.Neilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05925920289168620415noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1135736803978566447.post-15917388752421765142017-06-10T22:23:00.000-04:002017-06-10T22:23:04.164-04:00Fifty Nine (and Eighty)<a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FXw5ExNJv3g/WTynsbRSDVI/AAAAAAAAdOg/scsK5CZDDLsbc4WwktOkqtiQRSej4_wTwCLcB/s1600/paul_smile.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="261" data-original-width="284" height="183" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FXw5ExNJv3g/WTynsbRSDVI/AAAAAAAAdOg/scsK5CZDDLsbc4WwktOkqtiQRSej4_wTwCLcB/s200/paul_smile.jpg" width="200" /></a>Life goes on. New life arrives. <br />
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All of this moves forward, without you.<br />
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I can't, and won't ever know how big the smile on your face would have been upon seeing your grandson Jordan.<br /><br />I can't, and won't ever know how proud you would have been to see me finish college (almost now), and smile to see my family grow too.<br />
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I can't, and won't ever know how you would have contributed to all of the successes and triumphs this family has seen lately, and how you may have supported us during the minor disasters, and our saddest moments. <br />
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I can't and won't ever know how sad you would have been to hear of the loss of the man who shared your birthday, and was a friend to all of us.<br />
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Happy Birthday Paul and Ed<br />
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This is a house in Norwalk, CT. Although it did not always look like this, my family lived in this house until sometime in 1966 I believe. Mom, Dad, Lee, Paul, and 1 year old me. I was thinking about this house the other day. Our Uncle Win also lived in Norwalk, not far from here. His neighborhood had split-level homes on much larger wooded lots. <br />
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A few days ago I was watching an episode of House Hunters with Jill, and a couple was home shopping in Norwalk. One of the houses, a split-level with a wooded lot, looked familiar. It wasn't Uncle Win's house. It WAS a few houses down the street though. I immediately wanted to share this revelation with my family. When things like this happen that's the first instinct. We want to pick up the phone and call the people who appreciate these little moments in life. These "hey look at this" moments. I called Lee. Not that talking to my brother is any sort of disappointment. No, on the contrary. Lee and I have great conversations about all things past, present, and future. The problem is I wanted to tell Mom. I couldn't. I wanted to tell Dad. I couldn't. And, I wanted to tell Paul. I couldn't. <br />
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At least once a week, usually more, I see something, or read something that I want to share with them. It's those moments that will never let me forget. And especially now, on the ninth anniversary of losing Paul, I want to know what he would have been doing to prepare for the arrival of his grandchild, and my parents with them seeing great-grandchildren on the way.<br />
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We can't keep them forever<br />
We can keep their memories for longer than forever, but...<br />
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We miss you Mom, Dad, and Paul.Neilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05925920289168620415noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1135736803978566447.post-26402284556434851472015-12-22T10:09:00.000-05:002015-12-22T10:09:52.072-05:00Kitchen StoriesMy brother Paul has been gone 8 years today. I think about him every day, but on this day every year I tend to get a bit more melancholy. About a week and a half ago, I was baking a cake for our family Hanukkah get-together. The cake was our mother's famous sour cream coffee cake. Always a hit. As I remember this recipe, and all the times that mom made it, I was thinking about Paul and his creative side in the kitchen. He was like me in the kitchen. More of a Chemist than a Cook.<br />
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<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V_JNMnGEX14/VnllxQOb4sI/AAAAAAAAXug/Jal9C65zR-M/s1600/paulcropped.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V_JNMnGEX14/VnllxQOb4sI/AAAAAAAAXug/Jal9C65zR-M/s200/paulcropped.jpg" width="145" /></a>There were the good things. The chocolate chip pancakes, The famous pizza omelette (he had a special "Uncle Buck" frying pan for that one), the cakes, ohhh the cakes. He made special decorated cakes for special occasions like Lee's thirtieth birthday party. Then there were the not so good things. Chocolate scrambled eggs rises to the top of the list I think. Words cannot describe this. One of my favorite kitchen faux pas had to be the caramel.<br />
Mom and dad were not around. Paul had been left in charge of me, and was spending time in the kitchen creating something. I was in my room, not paying attention, until I began to hear banging, and noticed a burnt-sugar smell. As I went into the kitchen to see what was going on I saw Paul, chipping away at something that was hardened on the stove.<br />
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He had consulted a few cookbooks, and was trying to make caramel candy. Everything was going fine until he poured the caramel into a plastic container to let it cool. The container stretched, and broke. The caramel, which was more at a hard-candy stage at that point instantly cooled and solidified on the stainless steel stove. He was whacking away at it with a knife handle to get it all off.<br />
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For each story like this, I have so many more memories of going to his place to share a meal of home made ribs, sukiyaki, and so much more. If you can hear me Paul, hear this: I have carried on the torch. Jill, and the kids can verify that I have definitely taken over mad scientist duties in the kitchen. Chances are that you know this. Take care, and try not to laugh too hard when I burn things.<br />
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Your Brother,<br />
NeilNeilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05925920289168620415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1135736803978566447.post-78658315053011534872015-12-22T09:32:00.002-05:002015-12-22T09:32:47.987-05:00A Poem for Paul<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iwSYRfO-7AM/Vnlee1-oxCI/AAAAAAAAXuI/SZb6aAMUYKM/s1600/suetree.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iwSYRfO-7AM/Vnlee1-oxCI/AAAAAAAAXuI/SZb6aAMUYKM/s320/suetree.jpg" width="181" /></a><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">A Poem for Paul</span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;" /><span class="aBn" data-term="goog_1699088685" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-bottom-style: dashed; border-bottom-width: 1px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px; position: relative; top: -2px; z-index: 0;" tabindex="0"><span class="aQJ" style="position: relative; top: 2px; z-index: -1;">December 22,2015</span></span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">Tidings Of Comfort And Joy</span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">God Rest Ye Merry Paul Goldstein</span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">Let Nothing You Dismay</span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">We've Celebrated You At Chanukah</span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">And Will On Christmas Day</span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">With Stockings Hung Up By The Fire</span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">As Santa We Await</span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">Oh Tidings of (Southern) Comfort And Joy</span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">Comfort And Joy</span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">Oh Tidings of Comfort And Joy</span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">God Rest Ye Merry Paul Goldstein</span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">Let Nothing You Dismay</span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">You've Been Gone 8 Long Years Ago</span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">This 22nd Of December Day</span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">To Journey Toward Your Heavenly Home</span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">That Seems So Far Away</span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">Oh Tidings of Comfort And Joy</span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">Comfort And Joy</span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">Oh Tidings Of Comfort And Joy</span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">God Rest Ye Merry Paul Goldstein</span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">Let Nothing You Dismay</span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">With Hearts And Hands And Voices</span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">We Bless You This Special Day</span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">We'll Bake Your Special Cinnamon Buns</span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">Make Rice Salad & Bake A Cake</span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">And Toast To Your Comfort And Joy</span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">Comfort And Joy</span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">Oh Tidings Of Comfort And Joy</span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;" /><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">Dear Paul,</span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">Thank you for making this time of year special for me, full of love, surprises, and abundant joy. All of them overflowed in you this time of year, and touched everyone around you. Christmas is not the same without you. I hold in my heart the memories of Good Times, Great Food (Chinese), and a Dear Friend. Miss you Always & Always, Sue</span></span></span>Neilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05925920289168620415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1135736803978566447.post-82448718248939221242015-06-10T07:29:00.000-04:002015-06-10T20:57:51.033-04:00Happy Birthday to my Brother Paul - 2015<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AfaZM2dzUW0/VXgfOf5UabI/AAAAAAAAVUc/fftAT0bdqJk/s1600/01-cake1000candles-from-web.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AfaZM2dzUW0/VXgfOf5UabI/AAAAAAAAVUc/fftAT0bdqJk/s200/01-cake1000candles-from-web.jpg" width="200" /></a>Well, today would have been your 57th birthday. I've been missing you quite a bit lately as so much has been going on that I know I would have been talking endlessly with you about. The world is a huge paradox these days. We're careening down a path towards financial and social destruction, while being a part of innovations that are changing the way we do everything. I'm hoping that we reach a point soon where one cancels the other out finally. The other thing that scares me is the world we are giving our children. They are coming age, and should be running the show now, but I see so much apathy, and disconnection in their faces that I don't think they understand what's wrong.<br />
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I have a feeling that every generation when it reaches middle age looks at the next generation this way. I hope that's the case, and these are just the ramblings of an aging curmudgeon-to-be. Otherwise, things are good here. I am a much happier person at age 50 than I was at age 30. It would be better if you were still here though. Happy Birthday Paul.<br />
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--Brother NeilNeilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05925920289168620415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1135736803978566447.post-67448595031685338462014-12-22T22:26:00.003-05:002014-12-22T22:26:35.777-05:00A Poem for Paul 1958-2007 by Sue<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hFQaMdQvX3U/VJjgxrDjrOI/AAAAAAAATxo/kHVMzcC_hlA/s1600/1800378_10202649442586735_4118224724696776566_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hFQaMdQvX3U/VJjgxrDjrOI/AAAAAAAATxo/kHVMzcC_hlA/s1600/1800378_10202649442586735_4118224724696776566_n.jpg" height="400" width="400" /></a>A Poem for Paul 1958-2007<br />
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SEVEN<br />
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Seven years have passed,<br />
Since I saw you last<br />
Where has all the time gone?<br />
It's flown by like the wind,<br />
Lifting the bird's wings,<br />
Higher, and higher until it<br />
Flickers over the horizon for<br />
One final wave goodbye.<br />
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Wasn't it yesterday when<br />
You sat in my kitchen?<br />
I must be dreaming<br />
That was back in '77.<br />
A lifetime ago, a blink of an eye<br />
You're still gone & I often<br />
Wonder why?<br />
Not a day goes by, that I don't think of you.<br />
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I found a seashell in a jar<br />
One we picked up from the<br />
Beach at the Cape Cod Shore.<br />
I wonder if it has travelled as far<br />
As you are.<br />
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How far is Heaven?<br />
I don't know<br />
Just know that you've been<br />
There for Seven<br />
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Until we meet again my friend<br />
Rest in Peace, Love, & Joy.<br />
Happy Hanukkah and Merry Christmas<br />
Your most favorite time of year is here.<br />
We'll keep it for you as in years passed<br />
Whether it's 25, 30, 50 or just Seven.<br />
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Love, Always & Always<br />
SueNeilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05925920289168620415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1135736803978566447.post-90803535819992063712014-06-10T10:10:00.001-04:002014-06-10T10:11:41.448-04:00Happy Birthday Paul!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Happy birthday to my brother Paul who would have been 56 today. For some reason the story that came to mind had to do with a vacation that Paul took back in the early eighties. You see, Paul had re-programmed most of our business's computer system, and was therefore the only one who could fix the damned thing when it broke. After not being able to get away for a long time he finally got in the car and hit the road. <br />
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What happened? You guessed it. Something broke. When they finally got a hold of him, he was relaying information from Mount Washington in New Hampshire on a payphone. No cells yet. I've always had this vision of Paul yelling into that remote payphone in the mountains with a line of people waiting to use it. "No! I said RE-BOOT" <br />
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I hope everyone else continues to remember stories like this. We miss you Paul. Neilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05925920289168620415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1135736803978566447.post-1733755821684229122013-12-22T22:04:00.000-05:002013-12-22T22:07:59.699-05:00A letter to Paul - 2013Here we go again. Another move during the holidays. It's a house this time. Everything has been<br />
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falling into place lately. I wish you could be here to see how everyone has grown (even the adults). All of the cousins are either in, or done with college. I've been reading a lot, but my reading time is about to be re-purposed for schoolwork, as I finally try to finish college myself. I've got a little more grey upstairs, and need to be a little more careful with my health these days, but we're going to try to stick around to see all of the cousins turn grey. Lee and Dawn, and Jill and I have been spending vacations together, and looking forward to more. It's hard not having you, and mom, and dad around for the holidays, but I wanted you to know that we'll keep the rest of the clan together as much as possible. Maybe even re-start the old Bruntil "family meeting" tradition. We'll see. <br />
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Say hi to the folks, and any aunts, uncles, and grandparents you may run into. Take care, and check in on us once in awhile. <br />
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Lots of love,<br />
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NeilNeilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05925920289168620415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1135736803978566447.post-89811775192522369752013-06-10T09:30:00.002-04:002013-06-10T09:30:48.895-04:00From Sue: For Paul on his 55th birthday<div>
Inspired by DION'S "Abraham, Martin, and John (and Bobby)</div>
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Has anyone here seen my old friend Paul?</div>
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Can you tell me where he's gone?</div>
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He Loved a lot of people in his lifetime.</div>
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They say the Good die young.</div>
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I looked around and he was gone.</div>
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Has anybody here seen my old friend Paul?</div>
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Can you tell me where he's gone?</div>
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Lifted to Heaven's Gate on wings of Angels.</div>
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They say the Good die young.</div>
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I looked around and he was gone.</div>
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Has anybody here seen my old friend Paul?</div>
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Can you tell me where he's gone?</div>
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Gone to see Abraham, John, Martin, and Bobby.</div>
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They say the good die young.</div>
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I looked around, and he was gone.</div>
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Love Always, and Always, Sue</div>
Neilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05925920289168620415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1135736803978566447.post-35223685540708903462012-12-22T22:05:00.002-05:002012-12-22T22:07:44.362-05:00Five - (by Neil)<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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Five cups of pudding<br />
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Five trips to nowhere<br />
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Five dinners with the folks<br />
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Five used Dell C-series laptops<br />
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Five quarts of home made spaghetti sauce<br />
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Five states called home<br />
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Five blue delivery vans<br />
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Five BP catalogs<br />
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Five pots of Mr Coffee Mac and Cheese<br />
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Five miles back to the car<br />
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Five nights at the New Yorker<br />
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Five hours stuck on an the Amtrack Empire<br />
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Five blocks to the laundromat in Union City<br />
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Five of us, then four, then three, now two<br />
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Five years without you....<br />
<br />Neilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05925920289168620415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1135736803978566447.post-18205138913984877602012-12-22T21:41:00.004-05:002012-12-22T21:42:51.946-05:00A Poem To Remember - from Sue, 2012<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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A Poem to Remember<br />
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Five years 'round the Moon<br />
Brings us once again<br />
To this day in December<br />
When you passed from this life<br />
And we pause to remember<br />
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A life so full of Life<br />
In a breath gone to soon<br />
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Continue on your journey Paul<br />
Until it's our time to meet again<br />
We all will find you again someday<br />
No matter how many times we travel 'round the Moon.<br />
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Kingston's Relay For Life is on May 5th this year. <a href="http://main.acsevents.org/site/TR?pg=team&fr_id=36582&team_id=1064086">Click here to sign up</a>.<br />
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See you all there!Neilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05925920289168620415noreply@blogger.com0