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Myrtle B. (Abedon) Goldstein

March 5, 1921 ~ April 6, 2018 (age 97)

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

service.

My Mom was a wonderful person, and in a

few words, she was loving, unselfish, nonjudgmental,

caring, respectful and giving

of others.

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

elsewhere

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

you smiling?)

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.

 

Funeral Blues

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

everyone;

Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;

Pour away the ocean and sweep up the

wood;

For nothing now can ever come to any

good.