Tess Feldman's Page

Hi Tess, I see we are now friends on this wonderful website. I don't know who you are just that I assume you may be a niece of Joel. If you saw all the pink scarves on the website, I am the person who made them. Don't know if you have one but I am sure Dianne must have some extras and if not, I will make one for you and give it to Dianne the next time I see her. This website has allowed me to connect with people I never knew before and we all share the same thing - our love for Casey. My daughter went to an event yesterday to celebrate International Women's Day. Thanks again and perhaps some day we will meet.

Cant quite figure out who gets what when i send a comment so maybe you already got this but in case you and the rest of the Chicago cousins did not here it is----but your e-mail prompted the following and helped me focus last night and this morning so thank you-

As far as taking care of ourselves I don't exactly know how to do that except to share the loss and the happy stories causing the tears of joy with others and allow myself to experience and savor what life has to offer. Yesterday was a tough day for me-aftermath of the memorial, no significant event to focus on, Brett going back to Colorado and being alone most of the day. It took me a little while but there is only so much grieving I can do at a time and I am constantly reminded of how much good there is, how much to look forward to and that I do have a lot to be grateful for today. Just walking the dog , being outside this morning on a crisp, clear day ,offered so much positive once I was open and receptive to experiencing all that came to my senses-the coolness on my face and hands , slight chill in my body causing a shiver, moistness of the wet grass, animal tracks captured in the moist grass ,hint of breeze on my cheek and in my eyes, warmth of the sun , the blue of the sky where it met the tops of the trees turning orange and red, the way the blue of the sky lessens as you look away from the tops of the trees towards the rest of the sky,the crunch of the dry leaves under my feet,the slight limp that aging Nikki now has each morning until she loosens up, her ritual full legth-body stretch followed by a yawn and jangle of her collar a she she shakes her head,the smoke/vapor rising from the shingels of the roof of each home as they warm in the intensifying sun , wondering whether Casey would have whipped out her camera to capture the moment, the faint sound of geese in the distance , the not at all faint cry of Hamlet wanting breakfast, reaching out to pet Hamlet and to give Nikki some extra attention because Casey would have,the smell of a fresh ripe dog poop and the wamth of the poop against my cool hand through the plastic bag in which it had been collected and the thud the bag made as it struck the side of the plastic trash can. For all of this I am thankful this morning- I am grateful to be alive, to be loved and to be able to love and to have an opportunity each day to become better at experiencing what life has to offer and sharing that with others.

love to all of you