August 14, 2008
Hello everyone,
Well, I'm sitting here in Maine on another overcast, cold day. This summer has been an unusually wet one, with widespread power outages, flooding, and dampness-caused damage to hay crops as well as small fruits and vegetables. The last week has been especially rainy, with the exception of yesterday. And that's the day I'm writing to tell you about.
It had been a difficult few weeks for me. Going through hundreds of photos of Dan while laying out the "Love In Time" CD package was taking an emotional toll on me. But when I looked out the window yesterday morning and saw the beginnings of a glorious sunny day, I felt happiness well up inside of me. I thought: "This is the day". I knew that you would all be holding Dan in your hearts, so it would be the perfect day to fulfill a special promise I'd made to him.
Dan had asked me to pick a beautiful day in late summer, go out with our friends Jon and Sherry on their boat "Free Spirit", and scatter his ashes on the Reach. He wanted me to do it just before sunset, at the marker where he would turn at the end of the day to return to the cove, and home.
I had arranged everything tentatively with Jon and Sherry for his birthday, but with the understanding that we would re-schedule if the weather was too bad. No need. The hard rain the day before had scrubbed the air crystal clear, and they were calling for temperatures in the 70's.
We left the dock at 5:00 pm, the four of us: me, Jon and Sherry, and our good friend Jean, and just sailed and drifted around the Reach. They had brought crackers, veggies, fruit, shrimp, and dips, and I brought the champagne. We talked and laughed and reminisced, just as we would have if Dan were there with us physically. There was no moroseness, no awkward silences, no sniffling, and they had packed napkins and glasses for 5, so he was included.
I was wearing Dan's favorite blue sweater and the first necklace he'd ever given me, and had my hair in a braid (he loved my long blonde hair, especially in a braid). Jon and Sherry and Jean each had on one of Dan's sailing vests, and we all had our "Quest" pins on. I had my arm around the antique brown widemouth jar holding Dan's ashes sitting next to me. Dan and I had saved Buckaroo's ashes (the amazing Maine Coon cat, "Remington Buckaroo Boone", often credited on Dan's albums) all these years, and these too were in the jar, and the night before I had cut 5 inches off of my hair and snipped it into tiny strands and put them in the jar as well. The wind was perfect for drifting about aimlessly. But at 6:15 we started the engine and headed for the marker: a green "can" that marks the edge of a ledge. Amazingly, at this point we had the Reach to ourselves... not another boat in sight.
Jon cut the engine and let the sails take us quietly the rest of the way. We toasted Dan with champagne, and at 6:25 we brought up the boombox and put "The Reach" on and I carried the jar forward to the bow of the boat. We were heading directly toward the sun, which was brilliant white gold reflecting on the water. A Cormorant sat on the green can watching us. There was a gentle northerly breeze, and as I took Dan's ashes, a handful at a time, and slowly let them sift through my fingers, they swirled and danced away from me, sparkling in the sun before landing on the water and drifting with the tide, out into the Reach. I could hear Jon, Sherry and Jean crying out in astonishment as (they would later tell me) they watched Dan's ashes swirling and glowing with the sun shining through them.
I knew that at that very moment, as we were playing "The Reach" and honoring Dan here on the east coast, out on the west coast of California our friends Charlie and Suzie were playing "The Reach" as well, and ringing the original bell used in that recording. And around the world, people were honoring Dan in their own way, and playing their own favorite songs. It was a powerful moment.
We came alongside the marker and Jon gently rounded it and steered us toward the cove, and Reach Haven. As I let the last of Dan's ashes leave my fingers I was so filled with gratitude, wonder, and amazement that, like his passing, a moment that would always be a painful memory for me would also have so many elements of beauty and magic.
"The Reach" ended, and I came back to the stern of the boat, where my three shipmates were wiping their eyes with napkins. We all hugged and then sat for a moment of silence, mentally holding hands with everyone else who was sharing this special moment with us. I threw the flowers Dan's family had sent off the back of the boat one at at time, where they followed his ashes, and we each took a lavender rose picked from Jean's garden, said our last farewells, and tossed them into the Reach.
We turned "Free Spirit" around and headed back across the Reach to her mooring, our hearts filled with emotion, and everyone recounting the incredible beauty of what we'd just experienced. As we neared the mooring, we sang "Happy Birthday" to Dan. The sun had dropped behind a bank of clouds on the horizon, lining them in red and gold.
Dan was so many things: passionate sailor, incredible musician, loving husband, true friend, and a wonderful and unique human being. It was the end of a truly perfect day for honoring him and I hope you feel you were a part of it.
Sincerely,
Jean Fogelberg
25 comments:
Thanks for picking up on this and forwarding it. "The Reach" has always been one of my favorite songs, and it often plays in my mind.
wonderful....I did feel a part of it.
Dear Jean,
My heart has been heavy with the passing of Dan. Strange, since I never had the honor of meeting him A dream never to be fulfilled. But through his music, he has been a significant part of my life for over 30 years. Thankyou so much for sharing your most intimate moments of a very personal day. As you eloquently wrote about your day, I felt you were inviting me along to help honor Dan and it felt very personal to me too. What a wonderful person you must be to share this time with his fans. God Bless you. Lin
I was a good friend of Dan's in high school- we were in plays and speech tournaments together and I heard the Coachmen a lot and he sat next to me in art class and signed my yearbook and taught me how to draw a robot. I could go on and on. As time passes I remember so much about him. His locker was next to mine for three years. Dan became very famous quite fast and I never knew how to send a message. My daughter heard Dan a few years ago at Interlochen where she studied cello. She was 12 and her cabin buddies all wanted to yell at the end of a song- Hey Emma's mom says Hello !
Of course I have no idea what Dan was like after he became an adult- I saw him for the last time when he was 20 but I can imagine. I have felt such a loss at his death. I think its because he had this marvelous confidence. Most kids in high school feel awkward and goofy but Dan had an amazing sense of self- looking back I see now that this ease was what I feel is lost in his death- I miss knowing there is someone in the world with incredible intelligence and who trusted and believed in himself and the result was this magical music- maybe not even the physical music but how his energy and spirit radiated through his music. On second thought he could be very goofy-
Thanks for sharing your heart Vicky.
Dan was a talented man. God gave him a wonderful gift(s) and thankfully, we were able to share in them.
Thank you for sharing those beautiful thoughts.
You are so blessed to know, and to have known, such love, closeness and emotional intimacy in your life.
Dan was, is - a special artist to me. His music rests within memories I hold close.
I have assimilated Dan Fogelberg over the years to the extent that he is part of my fiber and identity. There is a spiritual premise about him...constant signs posted before me in my life and my loves. He has always been with me, and remains so despite the passing of his beautiful physical aesthetic. Though having never experienced his carnal touch, his omnipresent spirit made love to all of his followers'souls.
His words are inscribed in my soul forever. thanks for sharing your intimate moments with us. What a wonderful experience that must have been!
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Pine and balsam from her woods
it arouses my senses
becoming aware to the quality of life
and to Mother Nature's gift
The salty brine scent of the sea
from the lowest of tides
makes me yearn fo my home away from home
MDI is my sanctuary and I've been to Deer Isle and Stonington. I can see why Dan loved it so much.
I truly feel that I was there Jean. I can't tell you how much it means to me that you chose to share this very special moment with all of us who loved Dan so very much.
Tom Kohlmeyer
I've read this before, but long ago ... somehow stumbled upon it again this morning while surfing the world wide web on my phone. The words made me feel a part of this moment and I am so very grateful ... it's also very cool to see how far you've come since this occurred and how much has changed in my own life. Full circle...thank you Jean...and Dan...
Dan Fogelberg has left an enormous circle of "romantics". Sensitive, creative thinkers were attracted to his lyrics and melodies, and now there is such a huge void. there was a strong undertone of everlasting spirit in his words and in many ways his songs were nondenominational parables that spoke of undying love, fallen doves that flew away, and souls that transcend the body. For this reason, I really don't feel that he is gone. But many of us would really love to know his mortal story. A biography that provides detailed incidents would be so insightful.
Jean,
Thank you so very much for writing this note. Dans music meant so much to me and ever since he existence, I've felt his spirit on my heart. After hearing the news of his passing, I always felt incomplete. I guess in some stubborn way I was refusing to let him go. But this beautiful story of the day, the Reach and the love you all shared as you committed his ashes to the Reach was what I needed as a fan. I did indeed feel a part of it. Thank you Jean. Nothing but good thoughts being sent your way. I will always miss the way Dan wrote through music the tapestry of my life. I miss him. But He's still with us and always will be.
Jean,
Thank you so very much for writing this note. Dans music meant so much to me and ever since he passed from this existence, I've felt his spirit on my heart. After hearing the news of his passing, I always felt incomplete. I guess in some stubborn way I was refusing to let him go. But this beautiful story of the day, the Reach and the love you all shared as you committed his ashes to the Reach was what I needed as a fan. I did indeed feel a part of it. Thank you Jean. Nothing but good thoughts being sent your way. I will always miss the way Dan wrote, through music, the very tapestry of my life. However, I fondly look back at that Tapestry and say "Thank you Dan" I miss him. But He's still with us and always will be.
Jean, Thank you for sharing such private and beautiful moments. The love you and Dan shared is evident that it was genuine and the way we should all love one another. Dan Folgelberg was truly loved by millions of people but the love you two shared outshines it all. You are so generous and kind to open your heart in the way you have.
Jean, Thank you for sharing such private and beautiful moments. The love you and Dan shared is evident that it was genuine and the way we should all love one another. Dan Folgelberg was truly loved by millions of people but the love you two shared outshines it all. You are so generous and kind to open your heart in the way you have.
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The passage of time does nothing to make that moment any less special...
Dan's music, his love of wild things and his genuine goodness will always be with us. This blog alone got me to dig out my guitar, and learn "The Reach." What a beautiful song done perfectly by a beautiful man.
Thank you Jean for sharing with us that beautiful afternoon...
Dear Jean,
"Thank you" is not enough. "wish I had a chance to meet him" "I loved his music"" one of the greatest songwriters/story tellers" "what a beautiful man" - - - - all those things are true. With all due respect I humbly submit that I have "known" this mans soul for over 30 years. I understand the excitement of the chartbusters, but often in my life, I've chosen the less popular - sometimes unknown cuts to wrap my emotions around. Such as (Billy Joel - You're my Home)(Roger Whittaker - One Another)(Art Garfunkel - All I Know). It has always been my opinion that many artists who don't actually achieve superstardom are at a slight career disadvantage because they don't sing for the glory and fame. Dan always topped my list in that category. Anyone who knows me knows that The Reach has been my life long favorite song (of ANY musician), and I always felt a little embarrassed because most of them don't "get it". At long last - I ran across this letter of yours that revealed the importance of the song to Dan. Just imagine how vindicated I feel now that I know my favorite song meant so much to him. I wish I could have thanked him for the song that often saved my life. And so I thank you too Jean, for sharing your private moments - I never would have known. - Tom Crawford
Thank you Jean for your beautiful words. I've gotten to know the man behind the music and his beautiful soul. Keep writing and singing his praises. I can't tell how much your writings mean to me. Thank you truly.
As usual in my awareness of Dan and his amazing ability to touch those of us who appreciate his skills as a musician, songwriter and singer; I was late to the party; thank you Jean for letting us get to know not only Dan, but you the woman who captured his heart in a way that no one else possibly could, through your amazing words and the depth of feelings present in each and every story., Thank you Jean, I am so glad you are doing well.
Loved Dan and cried for weeks when he passed. My husband had bought me a ticket to see Dan at the Capitol music hall in Wheeling West Virginia. I was right in the front and Dan would joke around between songs but when he played Leader of the band I broke down. I sang that song to my kids every night before bedtime. I walked out of the music hall with Dan and Jean and we had a nice visit. He was so happy. I will forever remember that night! Dan was one of a kind and what a blessing for me!
The musician Dan Fogelberg was never in Maine. He never owned real estate since he was always working and touring, since 1972. He never knew the woman who claims to be Jean Fogelberg. No one knows who she was with, but she was not with the musician. The musician forever lived in Colorado, since he landed there in 1982. His last album, published in 1991 was "Portrait." Following its release, he toured the US for nearly 20 months to promote the album. In Fall 2001, he suffered a stroke that caused him to retire from the music industry. The musician Dan Fogelberg never announced prostate cancer in 2004, since he did not have prostate cancer. The news of his death by some unknown woman devastated his family, who saw him Christmas 2006, and no one called them about Daniel's death. When his supposed death was announced, the musician Dan Fogelberg was in Europe with his wife of 10 years who is not named Jean.
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