I usually do a little meditation and prayer every night before I go to sleep - Just part of the routine. Last night, I decided to go visit Pete Seeger for a while, just to spend a little time together, it was around 9 PM. So I was sitting in my home in Florida, having a lovely chat with Pete, who was in a hospital in New York City. That's the great thing about thoughts and prayers- You can go or be anywhere.
I simply wanted him to know that I loved him dearly,
like a father in some ways, a mentor in others and just as a dear friend a lot
of the time. I'd grown up that way - loving the Seegers - Pete & Toshi and
all their family.
I let him know I was having trouble writing his
obituary (as I'd been asked) but it seemed just so silly and I couldn't think of
anything that didn't sound trite or plain stupid. "They'll say something
appropriate in the news," we agreed. We laughed, we talked, and I took my
leave about 9:30 last night.
"Arlo" he said, sounding just like the man
I've known all of my life, "I guess I'll see ya later." I've always
loved the rising and falling inflections in his voice. "Pete," I
said. "I guess we will."
I turned off the light and closed my eyes and fell
asleep until very early this morning, about 3 AM when the texts and phone calls
started coming in from friends telling me Pete had passed away.
"Well, of course he passed away!" I'm telling
everyone this morning. "But that doesn't mean he's gone."
( I copied this the day after Pete Seeger's death, but I cannot now trace the source. jmp )