On Saturday my mom had a celebration at her home for her passionate, intelligent, macho, intrepid, intractable, loving, Rennaisance-Man-of-a husband, Guido, who passed away last September.
My mom couldn’t face a memorial until now.
Among his vast array of talents Guido had the habit of personally renovating every house he and my mom ever owned. They lived a lot of their lives surrounded by dust, plaster, scaffolds and cement.
But the one thing Guido wanted that he never got for their last home was a big old rock in his yard. He never quite got around to getting one. They were too heavy and hard to move.
So my mom got Guido his rock this month.
It sits in their yard at Hope Ranch in Santa Barbara, overlooking a valley more resplendent than any you could find in Tuscany — another of their favorite places on earth.
I would love my mom to end this post in her own words.
From her speech at the celebration of Guido’s life:
“The man I love resisted technology. He ignored the computer, rarely watched TV, refused to have a cell phone and despised atm machines with a white hot passion …
“How I wish he loved technology enough to have left a message on our answering machine, so I could hear his voice one more time.
“I would sit at my desk and press the button on the answering machine over and over, listening to his message, his voice strung along the wires outside my window with the view of hills and mountains beyond, thinking how even in the farthest future, in the most distant universe, I will recognize his voice anywhere, so distinctive, refracted like light from some small, uncharted star.”
I love you mom. This was a beautiful celebration of a life.
23 thoughts on “The Celebration of a Life”
What a great tribute to Guido and your Mom. It’s such a beautiful and touching story. Thanks for sharing it?
After hearing what your mom said about Guido I even love the man, and I haven’t met him.
What a bittersweet story.
I am so happy they found happiness together, but so sad it was cut short.
It’s been a really humbling process for me. I had all these ideas about their marriage and I now realize you can never really understand other people’s relationships.
What a beautiful tribute. I’m glad your mother found that kind of love. May we all be so blessed.
That was lovely … and what a gorgeous yard!!
Martina you make me laugh. Her yard really is beautiful. A slice of heaven.
That is a beautiful tribute.
And I ADORE your mother’s house for its yellow exterior!
I love it too. She had it painted last month. It’s a gift to herself.
I see you may have inherited some of your talent with words from your mom. Spellbinding.
very sweet –
That was lovely. I’m always afraid to erase voice mail btw. Always. xo to you and your mom!
Wow. Really lovely. That’s love. And steady as a rock. Thanks.
Aw, that is really sweet. And what a beautiful home!!
Your post made me cry…I lost my father last year and my mom and I are still going through the grieving process….what a lovely, beautiful tribute…
Thanks Caryn and I’m so sorry for your loss. xo
That is so lovely. Thanks for sharing.
Hi Carol — thanks for commenting. I hope all is well with the Diver clan back east. We hope to make a trip soon!
What a beautiful tribute.
Thanks Shelby xo
that was such a lovely post. Thanks so much for sharing!
What a wonderful tribute to Guido. So beautiful!
Thanks Eva xo
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