In case you are not in the loop on this, I’m posting the sad news that Reb Zalman passed away last Thursday, July 3. He was age 89, as month away from a big 90th birthday celebration, planned to take place in Boulder in August. He passed peacefully, with his loving wife Eve by his side, and surrounded by his children and their families who had flown in.
Sorry I wasn’t able to post this sooner. I’ve been away on retreat with only limited Internet time. I’ll say more later, as soon as I can. For now, here’s a good obituary posted on JTA.
Oliver Sacks, professor of neurology at N.Y.U. School of Medicine, and author of a dozen books, takes a joyful look at turning 80, in the July 6 Sunday Review in the New York Times.
Eighty! I can hardly believe it. I often feel that life is about to begin, only to realize it is almost over…
At nearly 80, with a scattering of medical and surgical problems, none disabling, I feel glad to be alive — “I’m glad I’m not dead!” sometimes bursts out of me when the weather is perfect. (This is in contrast to a story I heard from a friend who, walking with Samuel Beckett in Paris on a perfect spring morning, said to him, “Doesn’t a day like this make you glad to be alive?” to which Beckett answered, “I wouldn’t go as far as that.”)…
When my time comes, I hope I can die in harness, as Francis Crick did. When he was told that his colon cancer had returned, at first he said nothing; he simply looked into the distance for a minute and then resumed his previous train of thought. When pressed about his diagnosis a few weeks later, he said, “Whatever has a beginning must have an ending.” When he died, at 88, he was still fully engaged in his most creative work.
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