From Elizabeth Mayer in New York

Thursday, February 28, 2008

From Elizabeth Mayer in New York

I experienced a horrible pain to return from a trip and read about beautiful Lisa, and her family. I met Lisa and Roxanne only once; but often read Lisa's words and gained from her pearls of wisdom, her and her families gifts to us in sharing with the community and humanity. The world is a better place from the legacy of all Lisa offered and beauty. She instilled that in her daughters and they are incredible people.

Lisa always awed me with her unceasing energy and joy in life and her family. She was inspirational.

I tried to write Lisa in December to thank her for introducing our family to Thunder Ridge where we found a ski area and have been gently introducing Tamar and Eli to our beloved sport of skiing. The Wednesday we went Lisa and her gang were happily heading to Jay Peak to enjoy a great snow fall. My note to her bounced back to me so Lisa never received it. I thank her in my heart. Lisa impacted so many families as she nurtured us by sharing knowledge, creativity and an investment in all of the community.

I miss her so much already and do not even know that she knew how much she meant to me from reading all she wrote. I could not sleep last night. I keep thinking of her family and their tremendous loss. I have them all in my heart and will send them a card to share these thoughts.

I am very sad and emotionally impacted by this unexpected news.

Elizabeth Mayer

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Lisa was buried yesterday, February 27, 20008, very near her home in Lake Peekskill, New York. The part of New York where she was "laid to rest"* is just to the east of the beautiful Hudson River and is notable for its verdant, rolling hills. The site where she was buried is, if my navigational skills are intact, in a western-facing slope of one of these hills, providing the viewer with a breathtaking vision of hills and valleys.

If standing on a rather steep slope under a steely
February sky with a biting, chilly wind weren't, um, challenging enough, the slushy snow and ice underfoot definitely added an intensity to the moment. Every now and again, someone would succumb and suddenly slip, even though they were standing still.

Yet, somehow we were warm, all of us there together. (We reminded me, just a little, of the penguins who huddle in Antarctica. Okay. Perhaps I'm exaggerating just a tad!)

The rabbi who conducted the service (I didn't catch his name) was eloquent and impassioned. As Liam's young friend Ben said as we drove home later, "How could he not be? He had excellent material to work with." So true. You really got the sense, you knew that this man knew Who Lisa was. He was thorough and kind.

When the opportunity for the mourners to speak came, I stepped up with my 20-page-long list of messages, some lengthy, some brief, that had been sent from very near and very far. Before I left the house for the funeral, I timed the reading of the whole thing and found it to exceed 30 minutes' duration! And that was with some editing. I felt that I couldn't do that to this slipping-and- sliding, shivering bunch. So, although I was prepared to read all the submissions, I read only one rather concise piece and told folks that they could look at the tribute blog I am creating to see the rest in all their unabridged beauty. You are here now.

For a while, there, last year, Lisa and I and a couple of other local unschoolers (Mary Ann and Robin) were trying to get an unschooling information night going for folks who expressed an interest in learning about unschooling. I believe it was Lisa's idea, and she invited me to participate ~ how incredibly honored I felt! For some reason tonight, after the funeral, I looked back through our email exchanges; we were
working on refining the notices for the event and the event itself. Looking through these emails, I felt a sharp pain in my heart that I will not be having these exchanges any longer with this impossibly wonderful, bright, sweet person.

We also talked about her puzzling, frustrating illness in many of these emails; the illness, by the way, precluded our ever getting this thing off the ground. It was the consensus of the three of us, Mary Ann, Robin, and me, that Lisa and Roxanne and Ruby were indispensable; I felt they could have gotten along without me just fine, but I couldn't imagine the thing without Lisa. ::sigh::

I'm really rambling when I ought to be sleeping. If you're moved to add a contribution to this tribute and you haven't already sent me something, please do send me something now. It'll never be too late.

Sending you love,

Marji

** For the record, while Lisa's body may have been "laid to rest," I believe her spirit SOARS and will never, ever "rest." (Okay, maybe for a moment or two.) I believe she is as proactive in spirit as she was in the flesh and she is still spreading her joyful Lisa-ness now everywhere.

Tribute to Lisa Heyman (October 31, 1960 - February 25, 2008)

Thursday, February 28, 2008