A heartbreaking waking

I had a beautiful dream this morning. I was visiting a huge gathering of my family for a Thanksgiving, and seeing people I hadn’t seen since I was a child. At one point, I left with my paternal grandparents to drive to the farmhouse where they lived when I was a child, and where we often visited them. We talked on the drive and once we got to the house. They were so interested in what I was doing and so proud of me. I showed them pictures of Berkeley and the Bay Area. We were so happy to see one another and talk. I could see that they were about to move, as the living room was empty and there were boxes piled up. We were just about to go upstairs to have a last look around the rest of the house, and a sudden noise from a housemate woke me.

My guardian angel (who takes me by my wretched outstretched hand to lead me to repentance) but no mortal ear aside from my own heard the most plaintive cry from me on waking this morning back to the world. My grandparents died nearly twenty years ago.



Of your charity, remember the soul of Michael Dubruiel in your prayers. This Catholic father, husband, and well-known author fell asleep in the Lord suddenly yesterday. His widow (oh, how it hurts to write that!), the author Amy Welborn, has more information on her blog.

If you shed tears, remember the Hope of the Christians: Him who trampled death by death, and grants life to those in the tombs!

Lord, have mercy.


Hayim Tadmor z”l

As noted on the ANE list and elsewhere, Hayim Tadmor passed away today. I was rather shocked, and entirely saddened, as just yesterday I had finished spending several days working through his stunningly excellent The Inscriptions of Tiglath-pileser III King of Assyria, which I hope will still be reprinted soon.

May his memory be for a blessing.

PS Death sucks.