Thinking of ED

It’s been a few days since I posted “The Last Days of Eddie Schall.”
Something there clearly touched lots of people. Late yesterday, I went back on line and saw there were over 600 comments. I’ve been blogging for a few months and I doubt I have accumulated 600 comments in total for all the rest of my brilliant blogs.

My dad was married to my mom for 64 years. They almost never fought, at least in view of the kids, but I actually don’t believe they ever really fought out of our view either. They were certainly well matched and completely committed to family– that’s a big part of their secret for sure– but my dad was just not a fighter. My mom, on the other hand, had a pretty sharp tongue on her, but my dad never really seemed to react to it. I didn’t inherit that trait of his.

After my dad passed, I stayed in his apartment for a few days before I came home. I was the first one to begin to open up the boxes of personal things — letters, pictures, army medals, the groom and bride from their wedding cake… My dad, it turns out, was a romantic, at least in his early years. I found letter after letter addressed to my mom while my dad was in the Army. Wow. He could take your breath away with all the sweet things he said and shared with my mom. In one letter, he spent three pages apologizing for something he did, or at least something about which my mom was not happy. Man, he was a good apologizer (another trait I failed to inherit).

As I wrote before, dividing up the furniture, dishes, and art was a breeze. When we started to go through the more personal things — my dad’s briefcase, his pen and pencil set on his desk, his army jacket — it got harder. Not in the sense that we would argue over any of these things, but more like these were so personal to my dad that it seemed hard to distribute them. So, we just stopped and when we are together next, we will start up again. Maybe it will feel easier then. Maybe not.

We always thought it would be better if my mom went first. My dad was dependent on my mom in ways she wasn’t on him. That’s not the way it turned out, though, and my dad did pretty well for the couple years he was without my mom. He missed her dearly and toward the end, was intent on finding her again. He’d ask us where she was and when we explained she had passed away, it clearly wasn’t what he wanted to hear. “That can’t be right,” he would tell us.

One of my sister’s friends who lives in Europe had become dear friends to both my parents, and when my mom passed, her devotion to my dad grew. She was unbelievably sweet to him and would come to New York a couple times a year just to be with him. This summer, when she knew it was soon to be his time, she came for weeks. There was nothing salacious here. She was not a woman descending on my dad for anything. She was just a darling to him and a godsend to us children. My dad’s angel in some way. Now, if she had been Jewish, who knows what my dad might have done. He was smitten with her and that was just fine with all of us. On days when we could not get him out of the house, she would somehow get him to go to one museum after another (the Met, Guggenheim, Whitney…), right up until the end. Amazing. She just shared some shots of my dad on those visits. Pretty cool.




MOMA oktober 2011

GREY ART 2011/12


MOMA june 2012

MOMA june 2012

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4 Responses to Thinking of ED

  1. Nancy says:

    Did you see your blog was featured on AOL’s news feed yesterday? Kudos, and it is brilliant, btw.

  2. Bill Aitken '64, Carole Aitken '66 says:

    Larry, I’m glad you heard from so many, a testament to both you and your Dad. I’m sure all of you heard from many, through all sorts of media. Sounds like you inherrited the best traits from both parents.
    Initially, the hardest job fell to you, starting to go through things by yourself. The process will take time, and that’s probably for the best (based on my own experience, with no siblings). And writing about it may also be among the best things you can do–in your own time.
    I’m sure that there’s nothing more I can say that others haven’t already said or will be saying. Please accept and extend to your family OUR very best wishes. I know it will be hard.

  3. Claire says:

    I am so sorry for your loss.

    Your father would be proud of you for sharing his story.

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