. she was the shoot from the hip , new jork raised , jewish urologist living in the always -hip . ever- progressive , but be careful what you say peoples' repulic of boulder .
me ? i was a left coast princess in a moutain paradise that , alas . didnot appreciate royalty .
at ;least , non -buddihist royalty .
adrienner didn't call with the news of latest death .
it was her diminutive body that had gone still .
it was her irreverent laugh that had been quieted .
no one from the old crowd bothered to assume her role , no one remembered that i'd been forgotten . no one thought to tell me that my old friend had died a wrong place at the wrong time death from a senseless bombing outside a cafe in an israeli mediterrranean resort town . i was left to learn about adrienne's end while i was scanning the ap wire when i arrived at my office at the network where i worked in midttown , i noticed a familia name in a follow up story about a recent bombing in israel .
after reading the wire report of the new developments , and then rereading her name -i mut have checked it five times - i cried alone at my desk in my office until my assitant asked me if i was all right .
i wondered at the time if i had stopped weeping because my assoitant had intruded upon my sorrow , or if i had stooped weeping because someone had finally noticed that i was so sad .
for other people it might have been a small distinction , but for me it was an important one . it was important too . that i was asking myself the question at all , and that i was unsure about the answer .the very fact that i recocognized there was a difference - between the desire to grieve privately and the desire to have my sorrow acknowleged publicly - was significant to me .
it's silly , but that i knew there was a difference was a sign of my growth .
i was changin .
alan used to quote confuciuss to me . he'd say ." confucius , said "the best time to plant a tree is ten years ago . the second best time is now .
me ? i was a left coast princess in a moutain paradise that , alas . didnot appreciate royalty .
at ;least , non -buddihist royalty .
adrienner didn't call with the news of latest death .
it was her diminutive body that had gone still .
it was her irreverent laugh that had been quieted .
no one from the old crowd bothered to assume her role , no one remembered that i'd been forgotten . no one thought to tell me that my old friend had died a wrong place at the wrong time death from a senseless bombing outside a cafe in an israeli mediterrranean resort town . i was left to learn about adrienne's end while i was scanning the ap wire when i arrived at my office at the network where i worked in midttown , i noticed a familia name in a follow up story about a recent bombing in israel .
after reading the wire report of the new developments , and then rereading her name -i mut have checked it five times - i cried alone at my desk in my office until my assitant asked me if i was all right .
i wondered at the time if i had stopped weeping because my assoitant had intruded upon my sorrow , or if i had stooped weeping because someone had finally noticed that i was so sad .
for other people it might have been a small distinction , but for me it was an important one . it was important too . that i was asking myself the question at all , and that i was unsure about the answer .the very fact that i recocognized there was a difference - between the desire to grieve privately and the desire to have my sorrow acknowleged publicly - was significant to me .
it's silly , but that i knew there was a difference was a sign of my growth .
i was changin .
alan used to quote confuciuss to me . he'd say ." confucius , said "the best time to plant a tree is ten years ago . the second best time is now .
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