My friend Mark Derwin’s mother died last week. He lives in LA and flew to New York for her funeral.
She was a real estate agent, like my mom still is, and Mark is distraught over her passing. A bittersweet aspect of the pandemic is that funerals are now streamed online, so I was able to somewhat be there with him, along with many of Mark’s relatives in Ireland and South Africa. (His mom grew up in Dublin and raised him by me in New York.) I thought the service was classy and beautiful and indicative of his mom.
It’s becoming overwhelming to write posts like this so much lately. Shit month. Shit year.
