Memory Flash
He was focused, steady, concerned
I was standing with Pete Mosher
On South Grand by SLU in 2001
Holding banners
Condemning US sanctions on Iraq
As cars and pedestrians go by
At RISE Coffee
After visiting with Z Gorley, I saw Eileen who had recently moved from Cincinnati to live down the street from Joanie and me at the Aventura on Chouteau Avenue. Pete was hoping to receive a new lung through Barnes, but there were others on the list before him. We chatted a bit, when she mentioned, “I only brought three books with me from home. One is The Book of Mev. I try not to let Pete see me reading it.” The epigraph from Kerouac for part one was “Be in love with yr life.” And so Pete and Eileen were.
Book Club
Cab,
The Brothers K is 800 pages. May be best to meet every three weeks for 200 pages a meeting. Or less, you really have to be committed to read this book! Once with the Catholic Workers we read a section a month, for 12 months.
And I will see about offering a fun class next semester in the middle of the week during the day if you help invite people.
It will be a delight to sit with you in a circle!
Mark
More Follow-up for The Brothers K
by Pete Mosher
Mark, thank you for sharing. Ellen, I look forward to meeting you next time. As follow-up on three things I mentioned Friday:
1. John, the story of your train ride into conjured up the magic realism of the short story “El Sur” by Borges. Here it is in Spanish and an English translation. .
I’m glad the end of your journey with the coughing Amtrak vagabond ended differently from Borges’ protagonist’s.
2. I remembered the “other place” I had encountered a character named Zosima: Dorothy Day’s The Long Loneliness. Guess I will need to re-read her book for the fourth or fifth time – better appreciating the context of The Brothers K this time around.
3. Finally, if so inclined to follow more than the 7-minute version of my family’s journey (back) to St. Louis, here is the blog I am writing (with occasional entries by my lovely wife, Eileen).
Looking forward to our next time together.
Pete
Gratitudes
by Pete Mosher
A wife who remains ever-faithful and strong in sickness instead of health. Children who can’t wait to ride bikes, climb trees and run around with their Daddy.
58 birthday cards (and five dozen holy cookies) awaiting our daughter on her birthday. Family driving six hours to celebrate Thanksgiving with us.
140 financial donors giving over $27,000 to support our family. A second city that we know like home.
Reconnecting with dear friends and their growing families that time and distance had nudged away. Texts, emails, phone calls or Facebook PMs just to say “Hi” (even if they aren’t always returned).
Two faith communities where we belong and are supported. A reading group (Russian literature, Dostoevsky) that is stretching me cognitively, emotionally and spiritually.
A career and an employer that allow me the dignity of meaningful work away from home. Insurance that covers quite a bit of my care and (so far) has treated me like a person and a patient more than a number and an actuarial statistic.
Skilled and caring professions making medical miracles every day. 14,013 organ donors and families that gave the gift of life last year.
A generous person and family who may be making that decision right now.
One breath, then another, another, and another.
Moments
Dear Eileen
Thank you for being real In an unreal time
Is it Death breathing down your neck
Or just another terrifying episode in the ER
1/8th step forward
40 meters back
You sent me the Facebook message early this morning
And responded throughout the day
To my text messages
Then at Sasha’s at 5 p.m.
Just as John, Cab, and I were talking about Dostoevsky
You phoned me
And told me how upset, exhausted, undone you were
Up all night and at the hospital
I felt singled out
That you would share all of that
With me
You must know I’ll receive and accept everything you say
Our lives converging in more ways than one
I’m available
I’m willing
Call me
Text me
Send someone to get me
All there is Is this (shitty) present moment
The long road ahead
Full of moments
Heart-rending and awesome
Moments
An Unbelievable Outgoingness of Heart
Two times
In the 90 minutes
After Pete was coded
Eileen said to me
In the ICU at Barnes Jewish Hospital
“I’m so sorry you have to see all this”
So Would We
“Where did you take him? Where did you take him?” the mad woman screamed in a rending voice.
And then Ninochka also started sobbing.
Kolya ran out of the room, the boys started going out after him. Finally Alyosha also went out after them.
“Let them cry it through,” he said to Kolya, “of course there’s no use trying to comfort them now. Let’s wait a minute then go back.”
“No, there’s no use, it’s terrible,” Kolya agreed. “You know, Karamazov,” he suddenly lowered his voice so that no one could hear, “I feel very sad, and if it were only possible to resurrect him, I’d give everything in the world!”
“Ah, so would I,” said Alyosha.
—Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov
Wretched
Dear Josh,
On Saturday a young friend of mine, Pete, died in Barnes Jewish Hospital’s ICU. I was with his wife, Eileen, when it happened. He was 32, she is 31. They have two young kids. Took my class in 2001, 2002. I am going out with her and another friend from those SLU days in a couple of hours, I’ll see how she is. The funeral will be in Cincinnati, where they are from. They came here because Pete had a lung disease and was on the wait list at Barnes for a lung transplant.
Pete was in The Brothers Karamazov group with Tony and me.
It’s been a wretched time. The person I was with yesterday, Lucy, is a oncology nurse at Cardinal Glennon’s. I needed to talk to someone who knew that world of suffering and death.
Thanks for writing, Josh. You and Laura are the dearest of the dear.
Marcos
Eileen Sends Me a Message at 4 a.m.
“I finished the obituary.”
Summer’s Lease
Mev Puleo Died at age 32
May her memory be a provocation: Look around!
Dan Horkheimer Died at age 29
May his memory be an inspiration: Tend our gardens!
Pete Mosher Died at age 32
May his memory be a clap-clap: Wake up!
This page is part of my book, Dear Love of Comrades, which you can read here.
