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Stone Fox Bride

“How am I going to let everyone back home know what’s going on with my health?” Dad asked a year ago today as he began chemo. “I barely have the energy to email Mom back.” 48 hours earlier he’d flown to NYC to begin prepping for a stem cell transplant. “I’ll take care of it,” I said. And so I began writing a weekly email to his friends. At first, I only sent out the updates to a few folks, but as the weeks turned into months, the list grew to over fifty people. Dad often edited each email. He got mad at me right before his transplant, when I ended an update: “On Tuesday, around 11 EST, take a sec and think of my Dad. Strong as fuck and ready to receive healthy cells. He will live and thrive.” “You shouldn’t have sent that,” he snapped. “You don’t know that I’m going to live.” He was right. On the night of January 4th, 2018, my update began: “My Dad died tonight at 10:05 PM overlooking the East River and the skyline and the snow…” You never know where life will lead you. Because of those updates, one of my Dad’s oldest childhood friends, Bob Kaplan, who he grew up from the age of 9 on, reached out to me in the weeks after his death: “Come to my ranch @redrefletranch this summer with your daughters,” he wrote. So last week, we hightailed it out of Brooklyn for Wyoming and found ourselves in the middle of the red rock mountains where we rode horses, fished for bluegills, ziplined above valleys of sage, collected fresh eggs from chickens, scoured rolling hills for bones, chased bunnies beneath the moon and counted deer while cruising back roads in our ATV. We ate lavish meals of elk steak and onion soup overlooking bluffs dotted with wild horses while talking with Bob and his wife Lulu about my Dad and my grandparents and growing up and growing old and hawks circled by above and there we were, in the wild wide open West, paradise found, 2,000 miles from home. There was a blizzard outside the night my Dad died, (the Bomb Cyclone, it was called) the whole city blanketed in snow. The saddest night of my life. But always, after dark, the light. Says Camus: In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer. #redrefletranch

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