Claire’s Day is a reading celebration in Toledo that is held once a year in honor of a 10 year old girl who went to summer camp and never came home. She had a cardiac arrest. I had been signed up to present for at least a year in advance. I went thinking it would either be a very good idea to go or would bury me in another wave of sadness. Turned out to be very good. It is wonderful the vibrant event that the Rubini’s have built in Claire’s memory. http://www.clairesday.org/
Loved talking to the kids — although I must confess, I don’t think it was my best show of all time. I’m struggling with finding enough enthusiasm to breathe, let alone perform. But as usual, the energy comes from the eyes of the kids in the audience and they never fail me.
Two of my cousins, Karen and Debbi, and I are planning a Granny Camp in Tucson this summer. The planning emails are starting to fly back and forth. My own grandmother (who I called Gigi) used to say, “the living take care of the living.” And so we do, weaving the future out of frayed heart strings.