postcards from daniel

The first anniversary of Daniel's death is coming up in a few weeks, and lately, there have been many reminders of him, which have felt as if they were sent by him.

A few weeks ago in the Berkshires, we heard a newish (21st century) piece commissioned and played by a trio. The piece was For Daniel, by Joan Tower, written in memory of Ms. Tower's nephew, who died after a long illness which involved breathing difficulties. The piece was filled with love and rage, and for a new piece on first hearing, was surprisingly accessible (which means I didn't squirm in my seat from pain induced by listening).

We recently had dinner with a friend who dated Daniel near the end of his life. A few words were spoken in DEP's memory.

On Saturday, we saw a play where one of the main characters was costumed much as Daniel dressed. At the opening of the second act, the actor's straw boater was lying on the stage -- just what Daniel would have worn, especially on such a fine night.

And last week, I received a phone call from Daniel's sister, inviting us to the unveiling of Daniel's tomb stone. Last year, when I was not invited to his burial, I felt such pain, but perhaps a little relief too. The burial happened on a rainy day, the day before Robert's and my wedding, and the logistics would have been difficult. (I still would have gone had I been invited.) So with the closing of the first circle of seasons, I'm honored to be asked to attend this part of the ceremony.

Daniel is very much with us these days. We will not forget.