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Oct 18 A departed friend returns to the sea he loved

He once owned a boat called “Nautilus” and lets just say that it was not the most seaworthy craft, and he was not the most seaworthy sailor.

But if you ever wanted Bob Slowey to dive deep into his rich treasury of stories, you only had to ask him about that boat, how it leaked, almost sank, how he  polished its teak railings with a toothbrush, and how  his earliest close to death experiences happened below deck while his boys Chris and Bob Jnr were batting down the hatches up top, to survive the hurricane.

How appropriate then, On Sunday last, on a balmy afternoon on Chesapeake Bay, that Joan and the family  took Bob’s ashes after they had been cast in concrete to be placed in the deep as part of the artificial reef made from the remains of  Baltimore’s Memorial Stadium.

As the concrete was lowered, Grandson Liam cried out, “Goodbye Granpa.” Liam regretted not tying a quarter to it, because when he was four years old, Granpa dazzled him with the magic of the disappearing quarter. Daughter Mary Jo told the story of thinking as a kid that her Dad was a spy, because every phone call from work, he would sign off to wife  Joan, “1, 2, 3.” Mary Jo only discovered later that it was their secret code for “I love you.” As she looked out at the roses the family had cast on the sea, she  whispered ” 1,2,3, Dad.”

These and so many other stories were told and retold as the boat took us out to the Bay.  The  experience, meant to be the closing act of a great life, was also the opening act of a whole new set of memories for  us, and assuredly for his grand-kids.  And maybe  it was the promise of new practices of how we do funerals in this  energy and environment-conscious world.

Funerals are traditionally about black clothes and coffins and days of mourning and condolence-honoring the real sense of loss.  But Bob’s  family and friends did not mourn that way-The funeral mass was held in a Delaware Bar-and the liturgy transitioned from sacrament to saloon even before the final prayers. Death’s sadness was not ignored, but it was taken to be a part of  how life inevitably  unfolds.  Why imitate death in a ritual of silence and sadness when we the living are still responsible for being life givers and  life preservers.  Nature does not waste death-so why should we? Life is always the bigger story.

Just as we all drank to Bob at his funeral, we commended his remains back into the circle of life, knowing that even now, the whole marine ecosystem is renting out space for fish and crabs and all diversity of sea life. And Mary Jo even  gave us the co-ordinates, N 39 12.430′ W 076 18 400′.  It made us jealous because Bob gets a head start on the rest of us at the Second Coming. Jesus won’t need the GPS.

Bob’s funeral was as unique and memorable as his long life.  He always told Joan he wanted to be where he could see the three bridges of the Bay, and that is where we placed him, to await the parousia. And in doing that, with the sun gleaming on the waters, we all felt on this glorious day, that perhaps there was a fourth bridge too, and we were on it- Bob had passed over, but we were surely waving our goodbyes from the other end.  He was not gone, as the old preachers used to say, but simply gone on ahead.

 

23 comments so far…

  • Bob Anastasi Said on October 18th, 2010 at 5:39 pm:

    What beautiful writing Paul. Thank you for including all of us in a very memorable day. If I made a mistake in this note, it is because of the water in my eyes. love to all.

  • rocco ferretti Said on October 18th, 2010 at 9:02 pm:

    What a great article about my friend’s Dad. Your words captured warmth, family and love.

  • Bob Slowey Jr. Said on October 18th, 2010 at 9:08 pm:

    That was beautiful! Thank you Paul for all you have done for my family. We love you!!

    Bobby

  • Patty Frame Stevens Said on October 19th, 2010 at 5:41 am:

    Wow awesome article Paul! I can hardly see to type this but what a nice tribute to Bob and the wonderful Slowey family. He is greatly missed but the bay is his resting place and a place we can all think of him when we are near.

  • Jeff Auen Said on October 19th, 2010 at 6:36 am:

    Very nicely written. Thanks. It made me feel like I was there. Good bye big Bob.

  • Kathy White Said on October 19th, 2010 at 9:00 am:

    That is beautiful! Thanks for allowing us all to share in such an amazing moment.

  • nan whalen Said on October 19th, 2010 at 9:32 am:

    Good bye to wonderful Bob. I will miss you always.
    You were a great friend.

  • Tim Galligan Said on October 19th, 2010 at 10:03 am:

    Wonderful story; thanks for sharing. Reading this, thinking about Bob I remember the line from Captain and the Kid “He’s somewhere on the ocean now that’s where he oughta be
    With one hand on the starboard rail he’s wavin’ back at us…”

  • admin Said on October 19th, 2010 at 11:04 am:

    Thank you for the comments and I only am realizing this minute that last Sunday was the second anniversary of my sister Sue’s death-i had the 19th in my head for some reason but it was the 17th of October 2008, so I find that amazing-Sunday on the Bay was an occasion of grace for all of us I think, hence the desire to share it.

  • Dick and Bobbie Pioli Said on October 19th, 2010 at 11:08 pm:

    We are overwhelmed by the power and poetry of Paul’s description of Bob Slowey’s celebratory burial at sea, as well as the Slowey family’s unique and loving reaction to life and death.

  • Cora Massaro Said on October 20th, 2010 at 1:29 pm:

    I first met Bob Slowey at the ALpha Camp Maria when we
    performed a skit together. It was such a pleasure to share
    Alpha times with Bob and his family. I loved this kind,
    gentle soul. My prayers are for Bob, Joan and Mary Jo as
    I remember their many kindnesses to the newest Alpha member
    at that time. What a wonderful send off to Bob. You brought
    me tears of joy. Gabe and I send our love to all the family.

  • Eileen Auen Said on October 20th, 2010 at 4:42 pm:

    Wonderful..of course, I am tearing up…remembering a beautiful day on that boat singing “on the way to Cape May”…..thanks for sharing…

  • Marian & Don Di Julio Said on October 20th, 2010 at 6:22 pm:

    Paul,we were deply moved not only by your very poetic description, but by Bob’s gentle and very special personality.

    He was a dear person, who as he inhabits our minds now, will make us better by his presence.

    Thanks for a beautiful and touching tribute. Love to all the
    Slowey’s.
    Marian and Don Di Julio
    October 20, 2010

  • Ron and Carol Redmond Said on October 21st, 2010 at 9:02 pm:

    We miss you, Bob! Driving over the Bay Bridge now will bring you and the life you lived into better focus. Our grief takes time to heal. So, we will be thinking of you and your great family and relish your friendship, humor, laughter and red wine! True to your life course, you have completed a successful crossing. So now, “Captain Bob,” help us follow the course that leads us our eternal reunion.

    We have written down the coordinates. One day, we will get Matt to take us out on the Bay. He’s become a good sailor; so we shall visit your spot and raise a cheer to a man and friend of the sea.

    lived into better focus.

  • Fran Lewis Said on October 22nd, 2010 at 6:10 pm:

    Dear Father Paul and Slowey Family,

    What a beautiful tribute to a great man that we all loved and admired. Many trips on the Nautilus were always fun filled because of Bob and Joni’s wonderful way of sharing what they had with all the family. There will NEVER be another Big Pa and we all will cherish our memories of him. RIP Bob you are truly missed.
    Love & Prayers to all the Slowey Clan,
    Frani

  • Tracey Schraner Said on October 22nd, 2010 at 6:24 pm:

    1,2,3 Uncle Bob, you will always be remembered as the teddy bear who gave me a huge hug when I needed it the most. Thank you for always supporting my my Mom, Kevin & I, you will never be forgotten. What a beautiful tribute.

  • Caroline Lewis Said on October 22nd, 2010 at 8:07 pm:

    What a lovely, unique tribute. I only met Bob a couple of times, and was struck by his warm, generous personality, and equally warm sense of humor. Honestly, he seemed unforgettable. What a great time you all must have had together. It’s obvious he won’t be forgotten.

  • Chris Said on October 22nd, 2010 at 10:02 pm:

    Thanks Paul, for sharing the story.

    My Dad, If he could, would tell us that we did it just right. Actually, he might say in his own cheeky way, that we’d missed by a half a yard. But, by that we’d know that we did it just right.
    You had to know him and, by the comments above, it’s obvious you all did!

    Peace

  • Kathleen Etherton Said on October 23rd, 2010 at 9:22 am:

    What a beautiful story and tribute to a wonderful man…It is his smile that I will always remember….Sending hugs to Joan, Mary Jo, Bobby, Tricia, Chris and families. Love, Kathleen

  • Mary Said on October 23rd, 2010 at 4:21 pm:

    Thank you,Paul. This is a particularly beautiful to a particularly fine gentleman. He was/is a true gentle man in all aspect of the word. He gave us all so much pleasure through his kindness and gentle humor. I can only echo all the previous comments. Thank you Bob and Thank you Paul.
    Mary

  • Jean Brady Said on October 25th, 2010 at 7:34 pm:

    What a wonderful tribute to Bob, Joan and all the Slowey family. A true celebration of a good life with a magnificant send off for the final Journey with the Lord. LOve, peace and comfort to you,Joan.

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LIVE LIFE IN TECHNICOLOR, GIVE ALL FOR LOVE, IGNITE THE SPARK OF BEAUTY

EULOGY FROM THE REQUIEM MASS FOR MURIEL ANN COSTELLO- JANUARY 8TH 2014
at Nazareth House Chapel, Wynnum North, Brisbane, Australia.

First Thank you all for being here, family, friends from near and far, Oblate Fathers Siebert, Twigg, Wotherspoon, Keelty, and Deacon Ross all assisting Father Henry, QLD Police Commissioner Stewart and Assistant Commissioners, Doctors from the Mater Hospital and Members of mum’s special Nazareth House family, sisters and staff,

Mums grave stone-right next to Suzie’s, her first born, will read

Muriel Ann Costello 1921-2014

The space between those 93 years will be so small compared to the gap in our lives that is so large. So we do our best to fill in the gap, as we always do, with stories.

So here is Mum’s story.

Mum is born in Port Talbot. October 14th 1921 in Old South Wales

Its cold and damp, the sky is grey, the river Afan flowing through the town is grey, and while there is a hint of green in the Taibach Rugby Grounds where her Dad played as a champion fly half, the air is choked with smoke, smoke fed by the chimneys of the relentless Steel Plant that is fired by the coal mined in the Valleys.

Mum decided early on that though she was born into this grey world, on a grey day, in a grey year still recovering from the Great War, that she would not accept Grey as her fate.

No.

She would live a larger life. And she would live it in Technicolor-from the size of her dreams to the bright colors of her dresses.

WISDOM AND YOUTH

The impatient lad pleaded with the wise man who seemed too slow to see how cruel the world had become. The lad could see it was no use.

Don’t you see? he asked….
I see, sure enough, the wise man said,
but when i see, I don’t see what your seeing sees….

Don’t you know? he asked again
I know, sure enough, the wise man said,
but when I know, I don’t know what your knowing knows….

Don’t you even care then? the lad asked almost giving up
I care, sure enough, the wise man said,
but when I care, I don’t get the feel for what your caring cares about….

“Then what is the point?- we can’t do any good?” said the lad, about to walk away

“But we must all strive to do good, son,”said the old man, gently and with a tinge of sadness “You and me, all of us. But the price of being wise is the courage to ask what good is my doing good doing? If you don’t know that, son, how do you know you are doing good?”

“But surely a pure heart is enough?” he said, confused now,

“Seeing and Knowing and Caring are all exemplary, yes,
and doing good is virtuous, but when you live as long as I have,
you realize that it is never so simple-
too often,those who see are blind,
those who know are ignorant,
those who care, are cruel,
and for all the doing good in this troubled world that we can applaud,
the greatest evils are wrought by those too intent on doing good.

This entry was posted in Contemporary StoriesDiscernmentnarrativenarra

Aug 31 Is Obama in trouble?-What happened to the story?

I have just watched the Obama Oval Office speech, the second of his time as President.

I know the talking heads have already made a big deal about the stilted, professorial style, the lecture tone, the folded hands in front, the total formality. It was certainly no fireside chat. But something else was missing, and it is dire-more than a lack of policy, or a boring lecture on war and deficits.

What was missing?  A Story. This is a President who just visited the wounded at Walter Reed and the troops in Texas to express the appreciation of a gratelful nation, and what did he bring back????Nothing but talking points.   This is the president… speaking in the Oval office, THE OVAL OFFICE,  with the ghosts of FDR after Pearl Harbor, LBJ after Vietnam. The place screams of stories, but that hallowed place did not speak tonight.  This president who once snuck out to Dover to greet the remains of warriors on their last journey home,  is determined to keep his feelings private. All we are good for tonight is  Cliches and Pabulum.  Not a story in sight-No witness, no personal sense of the weight of war and how it weighs on any Commander in Chief.  Stunning performance, Mr President.

Iraq has cost us almost 5000 young lives and one trillion dolars, and the Commander in Chief can barely mention two names, Petraeus and Bush. What about Private Guiterrez, the first American soldier killed in Iraq, who was an immigrant from the streets of  Guatamela City, whose only dream was to come to America and join the marines, or Specialist Morganne McBeth, a 19 year old African American from Virginia, one of the last to die before the US pull out. Are they worth a shout out along with Petraeus and Bush?

This President might want to ignore a Glenn Beck March on Washington for Votes and Ratings, but at least Beck can cry on camera, he can connect his feelings to the great stories that surrounded him on the weekend, the monuments to Lincoln and Washington and King. Whatever you might think of Beck’s views, he tells a story.  I  used to remember a Candidate who could quote Lincoln and King in almost every speech he made. Where did he go?

President Obama seems to have fallen prey to the  grey bureaucrats who write safe,boring speeches, who warn him elections are close, and that he will be punished for any courage or honesty.  So he decides its better to be boring. And he has no story to tell.

For the candidate who got elected on his story and his ability to tell it- to not be telling the nation a story about where we are, and how  he connects to the visceral pain of a country at war, a country that feels more and more lost, is to choose to become irrelevant. If he doesn’t seem to care, why should we?

Memo to President Obama, and can anyone please, please forward this to him-his chief earnings come not from Executive Office but from “Dreams from my Father” when he told us his story. What has happened to convince him that in an address to the natio

SECRETARY KERRY TELLS NSL’S STORY AT MAJOR CONFERENCE

When NSL began in 2009, we educated ourselves in part by attending as many conferences on the Middle East as possible, including J-Steet, Churches for Middle East Peace, Sabeel, The Palestine Center,and the Holyland Trust. The largest was AIPAC. Among 10,000 plus, we listened to Secretary Clinton, Prime Minister Netanyahu and a Who’s Who of Middle East experts. But there was something missing.

Most, if not all, of the speakers were from an older generation. There were young people there, but if they spoke, it was a token appearance and they were mostly American college kids.  Where were the stories of the younger generation from Israel and Palestine? The voices of the future? Not at these conferences!

It was our dream to change all that.

On Monday, March 3rd  at the 2014 AIPAC conference, Secretary Kerry got up to renew the administration’s support for the peace process in the Middle East. Towards the end, he included a new voice—the voice of Guy Cherni, NSL 2012. Secretary Kerry quoted from Guy’s speech at the 2012 SAIS Conference in DC.  He pledged that he would stand with leaders like Guy who said:

“We respect our past, but we don’t want to live it. We are young enough to dream, to believe that change is possible, and that fear can be defeated.

Kerry went on  “I think Guy is right. Change is possible. Fear can be defeated. But those are choices we have to make now.”

Secretary Kerry’s remarks at the AIPAC conference on Monday demonstrate our progress over the last five years. Evolving from a humble start-up, NSL has proven stories are powerful agents of change and that young people from the region can be heard and taken seriously in Washington DC.

We are preparing to select our 2014 team, and celebrate our 5th birthday. We will need at least five more years before we can see real change on the ground in the region, but we know we have changed the conversation here, as evidenced by Secretary Kerry’s speech.

You can become part of our 2014 program.  Help us pay the $100 weekly stipend for each student, or offer a scholarship to pay travel costs for students who cannot afford to pay their own way, ($2500). You can also help by providing an interesting and relevant work placement or by becoming a host family.

Together, we’ll ensure that the work of NSL continues and help build momentum for the peace process that Secretary Kerry is leading. He found inspiration for what he is doing in the voices and stories of the generation that our NSL team represents. Our work has never been so urgent or so important.

To hear what the Secretary said, please click on the following link: https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?