In Memory of Grandpa Sommerman
Ed Sommerman
Jan 29 1928 – Jan 31 2009
Perfection Wasted
And another regrettable thing about death
is the ceasing of your own brand of magic,
which took a whole life to develop and market —
the quips, the witticisms, the slant
adjusted to a few, those loved ones nearest
the lip of the stage, their soft faces blanched
in the footlight glow, their laughter close to tears,
their tears confused with their diamond earrings,
their warm pooled breath in and out with your heartbeat,
their response and your performance twinned.
The jokes over the phone. The memories
packed in the rapid-access file. The whole act.
Who will do it again? That’s it: no one;
imitators and descendants aren’t the same.
John Updike
Pictures of our trip to Indiana with the Sommerman Family
More Pictures of Grandpa’s Trip to Nome in 2005
Aunt Alice (February 11, 2009, 8:08 am).
This is so good. I loved seeing/reading the poem again. Can you post more of the funeral pictures taken?
Alice