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February 13, 2016

My Father Plagiarized Victor Hugo

by Teréza Eliasz-Solomon (HeiressMommy™)

Victor Hugo To Love...

I am one of those blessed daughters … Longed for, planned for,  and prayed for by both my parents. My wonderful Father Abraham H. Solomon wanted a daughter to complete the family with my two brothers, Sidney and Albert. I was born on his birth-date March 5th (1954). Our closeness and life together all that any child could wish for … Not any less and in some ways even more a joy in my adult life.

When my Father became ill I spent each day with him … I was his escort and company at doctor appointments and during treatment. I organized and pursued – reached out to medical experts who were friends, family members and even those known only through press and books doctors and researchers. I was lucky that my late first husband David was more than supportive … He and my Mother and other family members all devoting time and energy to making those difficult years quite enjoyable and meaningful for my Father.

As Father became obviously nearing the end of his days here with us … Again good fortune presented itself through family and friends who were physicians [board of directors as well] that made sure those last weeks were spent in a large private suite in one of Philadelphia’s best hospitals. I moved in with my Father and despite his being very ill those days and nights were sweet … We chatted, read books, discussed the news. Family, friends, colleagues and some strangers to me that my Father [typical] had helped in one or another way visited … But the majority of time it was we two together – my only leave was when I thought he and my Mother – the love of his life for fifty years – needed time alone.

One of my Father and my life long shared activities was reading … He often would choose this or that classic [one Summer the torture of War and Peace] work of literature for us to read – mind you there was no shortcut for Father expected full and detail conversations to follow and as I adored being all he hoped for I was careful to do the reading in totality. So it was that Father decided [all he had read before of course – being a lifelong voracious readers] a book by one of his favorite authors Victor Hugo … That which many of you became familiar with through the play and subsequent film, Les Miserables. I need to state here the literature in many ways different than the play … Certainly a more broad and nuanced philosophy. Being political active … A civil rights activist and supporter of unions even as a business owner this book’s message very meaningful to my Father. So it was often we discussed Hugo through the years.

In hospital many sent flowers which Father seemed to enjoy … I had my husband do likewise for me even though I was there – asking that Florist where we had a many years account add a heart item of some sort. So it was that three dozen varied colored roses arrived with an attached small crystal heart. I need to mention here that I often ordered gourmet and other foods to be delivered in an attempt to increase Father’s appetite or at the least have him enjoy a tasty bit of his favorite food – and so it was that I was in the lobby fetching just such a food delivery when my flowers arrived one early evening. As I entered our shared hospital suite with enthusiastic glee about the goodies in hand my Father was sitting in a lounge chair my husband had delivered for his comfort, next to my gifted roses with the small crystal heart in his hand … Father looked up at me with tears and said: “Daughter – to be loved as I have been by you my child is to have seen the face of G-d.”.  I need not say anymore other than such words and many times in notes and letters from my Father to me were not unusual … However the time and place then made for the deepest of meanings that I carry through life and I pray into eternity.

My Father, Abraham H. Solomon died 12 February 1987 … A few months after his passing my husband David through a colleague had he, I and my Mother invited to a semi private showing of the play Les Miserables – lovely evening for us all in box seats. There we sat in rather formal attire – me thinking of my Father’s fondness for Hugo and wondering what both erudite men would think of this play when near the end as he sits near death Jean Valjean – Father to surrogate daughter Cossette says , “To be loved as I have been by you is to have seen the face of G-d.”. Well now I turned to my Mother nearly shouting that my Father seems to have lovingly plagiarized Victor Hugo … My Mother in her usual no nonsense fashion replied “Oh my – get over it – your Father loved you more than life itself and you should be flattered my darling Cossette!”

So I conclude this essay with a lesson taught to me by my Father and Victor Hugo: To love deeply and unselfishly anyone is to know G-d for is that not what we fragile humans need most – a connection to one another that to me equals a knowing we are that which is favored and known to be worthy!

September 18, 2014

Witnessing Love – Mary Frances and Dulce!

by Teréza Eliasz-Solomon (HeiressMommy™)

… She’s a brawny girl, well built and tall and sturdy, and she will know how to keep her chin out of the mud with any knight errant .

— Sancho Panza, Don Quixote’s squire, says of Dulcinea, (namesake for the Dulce in this essay!)

 

Mary Francis & Dulce 2014

A beautiful intelligent vibrant woman adopts a beautiful intelligent vibrant dog and so it begins. A REAL love so evident that all who have the privilege of knowing this team are awed. Who are they you ask that seem to affect so many? Well simple and most important to me is that the woman, Mary Frances is my friend and Dulce was her companion … I hesitate to say her dog as that does not nearly describe how this relationship should be defined. Here I want to illuminate what I and so many others viscerally experienced in the company of this duo. I tell you without hesitation that my wonderful attorney gal pal Mary Frances and Dulce define the essence of love and you my many dear readers will be gladdened by reading their story.

Mary Frances Prevost is a talented California Attorney … Determined to defend those unjustly accused and one might say as Don Quixote tilt at windmills no matter the naysayers. One must not get the wrong idea here for my friend is equal part legal crusader and a woman both charming and full of life’s vigor – beautiful both in appearance and attitude Mary Frances can be that most effective of legal professionals in that the average individual full of misconceptions might think such a beauty incapable of REAL strength. Well that is the magic my dear readers. So it was that Mary Frances saw easily these same combined characteristics when choosing a dog to adopt – her name to be forever more Dulce.

Kind, watchful, smart, loving and full of  life Dulcinea “Dulce” Prevost was born 31 October 2002 and left us for heaven on 16 September 2014 as her Mother Mary Frances embraced this sweet being with the constant love that had been at the center of their relationship. Charm I tell you … Pure and simply there was charm in this sweet dog’s face and demeanor – evident in person and in photos there was no doubt Dulce had a presence that could captivate her audience. You see dog and owner alike here … Mary Frances and her beloved Dulce both charmers but there was more than just that which made Dulce unique. Soulfulness seen in Dulce’s eyes informed and instructed all who knew her that this being was full of that which G-d most loves – goodness in the deepest sense where only joy of living is the goal and therefore a gift bestowed on anyone who spent time in the company of Dulce.

Let me describe Dulce’s life … Well there was indeed the very best of everything. Home and hearth lovely and accommodating – with no expense spared. Daycare where Dulce’s other Mom as Mary Frances well describes to look after her and then weekends at the beach. The best health care, the best food, the best to be had in every single way is how Dulce lived – actually as well, if not better than many treat their human family members is the truth of the life sweet Dulce had with Mary Frances.  When illness came here too no expense nor option denied … My friend did not choose the easy way out – Dulce would be given many more good days because Mary Frances persevered at great effort and expense with treatment. These last days included extra trips to the beach and special treats and days where Mary Frances only focus was Dulce … I tell my friend that all of us wish for the same attention, devotion and care – complete and unselfish love as we face the end of our life here. We her friends all joined Mary Frances in prayers for Dulce – asking for miracles and comfort. I am proud to say that my friend made center to her life the love and concern she had for suffering Dulce these last few months … Yes pride I write because those quiet about love lessen not only their own importance but that which the world so desperately needs. There is some odd delineation – some universal dictate that fairly or not has G-d see those most cared for as a light – a gift – those who must be recognized as having special attention in life and there after. So it was and will be that Mary Frances gave such a recognition to dear Dulce.

I shared with Mary Frances a story about my Father and I during the last days of his life. This essay is about my friend and not me but for now I will explain as I did to Mary Frances that among other lovely and poignant conversations between my dear Father and I as he neared life’s end was when he looked at me and said: “To be loved as I have been loved by you my daughter, truly is to have seen the face of G-d!”  So too I believe it was that dear Dulce saw the glory and love of G-d as she looked into Mary Frances beautiful face.

So I end with what my Jewish faith teaches about eternal life. We are always here – a energy forever existing as the scientist concur matter never dissipates and dwells endlessly within the Universe. More immediate is that eternal life is given by remembrance – Dulce will never be forgotten – certainly not by Mary Frances nor we who were privileged to see these two together. Here I am going to ask my readers to do themselves a favor … Think of it as Dulce’s gift to you. Open your minds – see REAL love – witness in honest ways and without prejudice that which is love in whatever form it takes. When you view others and those they love – those they would do anything for then in honor of Dulce and to make your life better, understand that is the glory of G-d here present among us!

 

R.I.P.   Dulcinea “Dulce” Prevost … Thank you for your presence in all our lives. We who love your dear Mom Mary Frances will look after her for you – you can find comfort now among the angels!

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