Dear Brother David: A letter I found tucked away in my desk, inscribed by you to my mother, “Dear Mae,” dated 2001-2002, thankfully led me to Gratefulness, the pomegranate blossom, and to deep silence. At 98 Mae is full of life (and laughter), and we still speak of you. And behind me, on my study wall in Sag Harbor, is a graceful needlepoint of a spreading pomegranate tree, a wedding gift sewn by one dear Elizabeth, who lived and worked in Vienna. A gift Megan and I treasure after...

Dear Brother David: A letter I found tucked away in my desk, inscribed by you to my mother, “Dear Mae,” dated 2001-2002, thankfully led me to Gratefulness, the pomegranate blossom, and to deep silence. At 98 Mae is full of life (and laughter), and we still speak of you. And behind me, on my study wall in Sag Harbor, is a graceful needlepoint of a spreading pomegranate tree, a wedding gift sewn by one dear Elizabeth, who lived and worked in Vienna. A gift Megan and I treasure after 38 years, reminded daily of (Earth’s) fertility, and of rebirth. As I am reminded today of your kindness to my mother, at Kendal. Thank you for the gift of the blossom! With Gratitude, Scott Chaskey

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