Patrick's Birthday
posted by 'Zann @ 12:41 AM
Jan 31, 2012
About Me
- Name: 'Zann
- Location: Terre Haute, Indiana, United States
Professor's wife, mother of four, zannma to two. Grew up in Coral Gables, Florida, transplanted to Indiana at age 40, where I saw my first snow and learned to love wool. We homeschooled three of the kids, I helped to create a used bookshop ( Wabash River Books 1996-2005)and became an online bookseller. I started this blog to share my mid-life artwork (primarily fiber), poetry and creative explorations. On March 18,2006 my 20 year-old son Patrick died...and my world irrevocably changed. I've just turned sixty. Life seems very beautiful and sweet and sad. I'm in the 4th year of co-hosting a monthly poetry reading at a local coffee house, in the process of working with another bookshop that's closing and feeling I'm standing in liminal space just now. Looking forward to my annual winter retreat in which I resist commitments & just breathe, write, make art.
Most Recent Posts
(scroll down for monthly archives)- Very Winter
- Occupy Terre Haute - Tiny Tent Event
- this is your internet on SOPA
- MLK
- Saori Worcester Puppets Project
- my life notes this week
- Improvisational Knitting - Scarf No. 2
- Hundertwasser World
- Spinning-Rock Day/St. Distaff Day
- Spinning Mojo
the leak i can't fix
Self-Portrait
06.09.06
PMB:
"I'll love you forever,
I'll like you for always,
as long as I'm living
my baby you'll be..."
Patrick performingAbout Patrick
Light A Candle for Patrick
PATRICK BURKETT MEMORIAL details
A pdf of my poetry presentation given at the Maple Center workshop on using the arts as a healing path through grief:
Making Things of Broken Things/Recreating My Self After the Death of My Son
Patrick's dad took up saxophone 6 months after Patrick died, making our garage 'Patty's Studio'and making music his healing path.Hear his music, PapaPatty's Soundcloud and at Blues For Patty Project.
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1 Comments:
I remember that little red-haired boy. And I remember his mother wading into a swimming pool in her clothes because she thought he was in trouble. Hugs, sister. I love you.
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