Busy . . . but taking a moment to write

I saw a post today on Neil DeGrasse Tyson’s FB board. Memories flooded. Oh, how we loved this man and his work. I started to write and am posting this as a start which will become a more valuable post. Only posting because it serves as a reminder that even if the particular moment is not right, write. This message, this moment of mind is here, put down what you can and come back to it.

My son loved the stars. When he was young, I sometimes would take him to my Astronomy class. In place of my normal front row seat, I attempted to sneak him into the back. Walt sat quietly his eyes fixed on the professor. My, well actually, our professor would smile. As he saw the interest in my son’s eyes and already knew mine, beckoned us to join come closer, so my son sat with me front row. We were the only ones:-) On one occasion our class was invited to use the powerful telescope which adorned the top of our building. My professor graciously allowed Walt to join us. He was 3 years old, but it made an impression. My son was brilliant - Mensa. He loved learning. He studied economics and philosophy. He was, well he still is a teacher. My son could name every constellation, and we would call each other about a particular phase of the moon or if a planet especially brilliant. He took me on night hikes our only lumina, the moon. I almost bought a $200 telescope at a garage sale. Were were going to go to Flat Rock and look at the stars . . . My son lived with treatment anxiety. Walt was the strongest yet most gentle, humble man I have ever known. Walt died from this condition. Even the strongest among us can only take little sleep and a constant barrage of fight or flight for so long.

I hope you could take a minute to learn about him. Oh, we lost a pure light folks, and yet it seems we keep dancing around this topic. I hope you will join us. waltswaltz.com Here is a but a spark about my son, this Renaissance man’s life. https://readymag.com/u83569656/2175486/12/