Where is Daisy?

Where is Eric? So many come and go. Fast friends lost.

Where is Ruanda? I asked that a few years back. Has anyone heard from Ruanda?

“Oh, honey, she died.”

We were supposed to go to the aquarium together. She had invited me, with a big smile on her face. We had become friends just weeks before. I first met her when she visited the Path with Art choir one day.

At the big gala opening of the awesome new art space, which was attended by many and a lot of fun, by the way, I had a similar conversation.

“We should get her involved again. We should do something with her.” I was talking about a teaching artist that another teaching artist had mentioned.

“She died last year.”

Again with this!? I never seem to get the memos.

I easily lose track of time. I do not know why. It is a strange part of my makeup. I shutter myself away in my own little world.

She was a force. I could tell when first meeting her. I have read more about her life, including her work as an artist and a mother. She was definitely a force. I am sad that future collaborations are no longer possible, at least on this earthly realm.

I have a dream that a circle of us students, or participant artists as they now call us, come together to write cards to those who go missing for whatever reasons — moving, working, living. I want to keep in touch with those of my friends who go missing from our community.

By the way, where is Michael?


Lost Friends

Being a part of Path with Art for so long
People coming and going
Some staying, like me
Many, many friends
But what about those friends who drift away?
Remember Eric?
Where is Eric?
A nice guy
A gentleman
Where is Owen?
A professional dumpster diver
I loved learning
about that underground culture from him
He narrated the first ever podcast
created by Path with Art students
I ask JJ
“I’ve reached out to him with no luck. I haven’t heard from him in more than a year.”
How is Adam?
Now married
Busy, busy, busy
I am sure
Where is Sol?
How is Andrew doing?
San Francisco Giants fan
Bay Area aficionado
Where is Ruanda?
She is dead
For months I did not know
I ask Holly one day about her
Holly shares the sad, bad news
We never did go to the Seattle Aquarium
Made plans
Interrupted by life — and death
Cancer took her
I discover this poem by her

I know the feeling in worthlessness.
And find it hard to describe because
I’ve swum in the sea of worthlessness.

Thank God someone has been documenting this
The lives of ordinary people
Often forgotten and neglected


In honor of Chris Cornell

May is Mental Health Awareness MonthSadly, Chris Cornell died four years ago. There is a bronze statue of him next to MoPOP, the Museum of Pop Culture, which I walk by frequently, usually on the way to a grocery store. I honestly knew nothing about him until I heard about the statue and how his death affected Mike McCready of Pearl Jam, a great champion of Path with Art. They were friends and often performed together.

Remember that May is Mental Health Awareness Month. If you need someone to talk with, please do not hesitate to reach out. One resource is easy to remember: call 711 or 1-866-427-4747 on your phone and you will be connected with someone.

While Path with Art is not a social service agency, one of my goals is to create a peer-to-peer support network. Like many others, I suffer from depression, including thoughts about suicide. You can reach me and others on the blog editorial team via blog@pathwithart.org. We really are in this together. Never forget that.