Deanne Tobias Abedon

August 24, 1937 - July 22, 1996

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Obituary

Deanne Abedon, my mother, a.k.a., Double Dee, died on July 22, 1996 in West Palm Beach, Florida. She had, until her death, bravely survived a long battle with lymphoma, insomnia, and the caring for her aged parents. She died while in search of the rest she both badly needed and very much deserved, two days after her 35th anniversary of becoming a mother, and a day after I last talked with her in celebration of that day. I hope that, in her last moments, she found the rest and peace that she was seeking. Many are saddened by her untimely passing including:

Bruce Abedon Deanne's son
Stephen Abedon Deanne's son
Lori-Anne Russo Bruce's wife
Cameron Thomas Stephen's wife
Brian Abedon Bruce & Lori-Anne's son
Talia Abedon Stephen & Cameron's daughter
Sheila Tobias Deanne's older sister
Joyce Parauka Deanne's younger sister
Rose Tobias Deanne's mother
Michael Abedon father of Bruce & Stephen
numerous friends & relatives
her Danbury, Connecticut garden

Thank-you to all of you who have known and loved Deanne over the years and who have expressed sympathies since her death. We dearly miss the love she had had for life and hope that she has found the rest for which she yearned and which she deserved.

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Memorial Service

Deanne's memorial service was held at the Park's Mansion in Danbury, Connecticut (across the street from Immaculate High School) at 11:00 am on Saturday, August, 3, 1996.

A poem:

Here I site upon a graceful branch.
Enclosed within the canopy of a special tree
Pondering how to say goodbye
Searching for words that do not come easily
Of love, of sorroy, of anger, of respect.

You acquired irreplaceable wisdom and love in your lifetime
Which you showered upon me
As a summer's rain moistens the parched ground.
You are the embodiment of the earth
And I am your child

You nurtured me from conception in your womb
Suckled me at your breast
Helped me grow..........then let me go setting me free
Encouraged me to discover who I was, who I need to become.
How do I say goodbye?

I never questioned your presence in my life
Now I am confronted with the reality of your mortality
With the realization that you will live on only within me
And within the people whose lives you touched
And within the things you have left behind.

You have left us too soon-
What about the house that now will never be built for you?
What about the grandchildren whom you will never watch grow?
What about the garden cultivated by your experienced hand?
What will become of them all?

You were a mother not only to your children
But to everyone who entered your life.
Your house was always open.
There always was room for others at your table.
Your concern about the welfare of others never ceased.

The beauty and peacefulness of these surroundings
Is stark contrast to the torment of your final days.
I have searched deep within my past to understand your suffering.
Now the clouds have been lifted and the pain has ceased.
You are again at peace in a place you loved.

As you did while living, your essence will continue
To nurture the things around you even in your passing.
We will return you to the precious earth
From which you came and in which you believed
And complete the cycle of life in your name.

-B.G.A.


The Ash Spreading Ceremony
Bruce's description . . . Stephen's description . . .
The ash ceremony was beautiful. It was about 7 PM on the peaceful lake that we chose. We all stood on a flat rock that was set out a bit from shore. There were geese in the middle of the lake. Thunder clapped from a distant storm. We all passed the box holding the ashes around and individually said some words to say good-bye. Steve gave a very beautiful speech about her life, what she had done for us, and how we couldn't repay her (only our own children). I read a letter that I found in the house that was the first letter she wrote us after we went up to UMASS. It gave us a sense of the vitality and enthusiasm she had for life before her decline. She talked about our coming home to visit and having to go through her newspapers before then to make room for us, about going to a lecture between two famous economists at WestConn, about gardening, visiting New York museums, etc. It was good to be reminded of that person that we had nearly forgotten about. The babies picked petals off the flowers we'd brought so they were strewn all over the rock. Finally, Steve and I poured the ashes into the water and then all of us (babies included) placed flowers over them. I will remember forever the sight of her ashes slowly disappearing into the lake.................................. We scouted the locale two nights before, disappointingly rejecting our planned site of burial as too inaccessible, a second site as too accessible, and pondered over the third site because of the little problem of its being partly covered in duck (geese?) dup. But in the end the geese dup won out. The ceremony was attended by eight of us: Steve with wife and child, Bruce with wife and child, and Steve Weiner with youngest child. The ceremony took a while to get started due to the presence of two mountain bikers, but they soon were on their way. As the ceremony progressed, distant thunder rumbled as though Dee were speaking to us. It was difficult to say what her message may have been, but its delivery was a powerful reminder of how little are we all even as we try to place great significance on each other's passing. In less than an hour the service was over. We watched Dee's ashes curl through the water as they spread from the shallow bottom on the pond. Lovely physics. And lovely biology, too, as her remains now will nourish the lake (and, with luck, not nourish it too much). We then each spread flowers over where we had poured in the ashes; flowers that had been cut from her garden for her memorial service and now for her funeral. Flowers that our florist assured us could not exist this time of the year, but Dee apparently had assured us would, though she had not been able to tend to her garden in nearly two years. As we left, Tali, her granddaughter, repeated, 'Bye-bye . . . Dee. Bye-bye . . . Dee.' And so, apparently, must we all say, "Bye-bye, Dee." But even though we've buried you and said our good byes, we all realize that the only proper memorial to a person such as yourself is to continue to do our best to make this world a better place than it might have been had you never lived upon it.

Sincerest thanks to Steven Weiner and family to whom we are indebted for their above and beyond the call of duty efforts to make Deanne's memorial service possible.

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Comments

"My mother died earlier this year. Space seems evermore empty and silent since. I feel her continued love but there is a melancholy attached and no locus to assign these feelings. The cells recoil when the attachments are decoupled. The stream of love persists redoubled in our devotion to our children and to those who still like us. The heart can grow sweeter every time it is crushed. If we can stay open to our pain we find less occasion for bitterness. We become like a fine, smooth wine. So we lift a cup to our good mothers and pass on their complex nurturance."

- Michael Johnson (michael_johnson@hphc.org), August 20, 1996

"I'm sorry to hear about your mom; she was a great lady and I'll always remember fondly! She was such a generous person, always willing to help out her fellow neighbor. . . She always found a way to lend a hand; Lord knows she bailed (us) out of a few messes over the years! I'm glad to know her pain has stopped and she's at peace now. Soon, I hope, you both will find your inner-peace as well. The legacy she left behind lives on, the pain will lessen, and the acceptance will become easier--trust me."

- awaiting permission to print author's name

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In Lieu of Flowers . . .

In lieu of flowers, we request that you plant a tree in memorial of both Deanne's life and her love for the natural world. The following organizations accept donations for the planting (or preservation) of trees:


The Nature Conservancy
New Member
1815 North Lynn Street
Arlington, Virginia 22209
(800) 628-6860

Ohio Chapter
The Nature Conservancy

1504 West First Avenue
Columbus, OH 43212
(614) 486-4194
rkaren@freenet.columbus.oh.us
Jewish National Fund
25 route 22 East
Springfield, NJ 07081
(800) 281-5375 (in NJ)
(201) 564-9030
(609) 779-1191
jnf@uscom.com
Trees for Life
1103 Jefferson
Wichita, KS 67203
(316) 263-7294
info@treesforlife.org

Thank you to Lil and Lou Abedon, Roberta and Morris Levin, Myrtle and Herman Goldstein, Alyson (Cappiello) Michalek, Mabel L. Marcioch, and The Ohio State University for contributing to these organizations in Dee's name. Thank you also to all of you who have expressed a desire to or have planted a tree (or trees) in her memory.

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