With warmest regards,
This letter is to inform you that my
mother, Myrtle, passed away on April 6,
2018. I have enclosed her self-composed
Epitaph and Legacy and the poem
"Funeral Blues" which moved her greatly.
It was her wish to have no memorial
My Mom was a wonderful person, and in a
few words, she was loving, unselfish, nonjudgmental,
caring, respectful and giving
The world is a much lonelier place now
that she is gone. She will be greatly missed.
My Epitaph and Legacy
by Myrtle B. Goldstein
To: My Children: Anne and Larry
My Granddaughter: Amber
My Loving relatives
My dear family of friends at the Carriage Club and
The following is a brief summation of my life:
I have truly tried to live my life to be helpful to others,
and to be of good cheer to others. Ifl have in ;im> way
been successful in those endeavors, please smile. (Are
I have also tried to be tolerant and nonjudgmental of
others, but intolerant and judgmental of what I felt was
morally wrong and unjust.
Lest I sound like a Pollyanna, success has eluded me in
the following areas: I never:
1. Found out how to mend a broken heart.
2. Found out how to live at peace with myself.
3. Found out how to love uncritically.
But, I never stopped trying to correct all of the above.
I do leave you all my good wishes, my warm regards
and my love.
by W.H. Auden
He (Herman) was my North, my South,
my East·and West.
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever;
I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now; put out
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the
For nothing now can ever come to any