To Ali’s circles and circles of friends, and to all those who never knew her, another true story in memory of my daughter Alison Fisk Urzan (Ali Baba) on the 2nd Anniversary of her crossing over ~ with love from her mother, Alice.
Ali Mama and Ali,Oct.2007
Ali and the Karner Blue Butterfly: A Synchronicity
by Alice Connally Fisk (Ali Mama)
Prologue by Ali: To my circles and circles and circles of friends this note’s to enlighten that LIFE never ends…
Alison Fisk Urzan
In order to make any sense at all of the visitation about to be related below regarding little Ali and the Karner Blue Butterfly synchronicity, you’ll first need to know something about Alison herself, a little about the symbolism of all butterflies, the Karner Blue Butterfly’s habitat in the Albany Pine Bush, its special relationship with our family, the patterns relative to meaningful coincidences/synchronicities and lastly, the long chain of events involved leading to the meaningful coincidence in the instant case. A chain going back to the late 90’s when I worked for the environmental attorney who represents the endangered Karner Blue Butterfly, then wrote a poem that Ali loved entitled Karner Blue Splendor which I sent out all over the world wide web, and next we’ll move forward from there to the meaningful coincidence or synchronistic event.
In 1943, at 32 years of age, my lovely mother Alice Quillinan Connally crossed over from pneumonia and complications of type one insulin dependent diabetes. I was five-years-old. Since then I’ve been on a lifelong quest in search of where we go, if anywhere, after death. Throughout my 72 years on earth, I’ve learned that one of the most significant After Death Experiences (ADE’s) that people most often recount is receiving a symbolic message, sign, meaningful coincidence, or synchronicity, and so I began reading about and noting synchronicities that occurred in my own life, all of my life, and there are several.
“Despite our appeal to a “scientific” view of nature, such (synchronous) events do occur, and while it is true that any one of them can be dismissed as “coincidence,” such an explanation makes little sense to the person who has experienced such a synchronicity. Indeed the whole point of such happenings is that they are meaningful and play a significant role in a person’s life. Synchronicities are the jokers in nature’s pack of cards for they refuse to play by the rules and offer a hint that, in our quest for certainty about the universe, we may have ignored some vital clues. Synchronicities challenge us to build a bridge with one foundation driven into the objectivity of hard science and the other into the subjectivity of personal values.” ~ Excerpt from Synchronicity: The Bridge Between Matter and Mind, F. David Peat, Ph.D .
In September 2008 my beautiful and spirited daughter Ali who suffered from type 1 insulin dependant diabetes for over 25 years crossed over at 48-years-of-age from a multitude of complications of this horrible disease. Every year her family and friends hold a Rally for Ali to raise funds for diabetic research with donations going to Harvard Stem Cell Institute. We envision a time in which future generations will never again suffer from the killer diabetes that persistently pounded away at our gorgeous, gutsy little Ali in the very prime of her incredibly compassionate life. Ali always loved everyone unconditionally. She had great compassion for the marginalized and the friendless of this world and that is why she was, and still is, real big on inviting everyone into her circles and circles and circles of friends. Within Ali’s countless circles of friends were the nearly one thousand mournful people who recognized her beautiful soul and came to see her and touch her lovely little face, or press her tiny little hand, one last time as she lay in state at Leahy’s, while an Irish send off, which she joyously attended, was taking place outside the funeral home that evening. As I looked back, I remembered a number of mourners who had tearfully whispered to me that even though they had only met my daughter just one solitary time, Ali had left a deep impression on them: she had managed to bring a burst of grace into their lives when they had most needed it, and for which they would be forever grateful.
“When she had passed it seemed like the crossing of exquisite music.” ~ Longfellow
I’ve tried to recall every minuscule detail of the synchronicity that occurred this August 2010 knowing that Ali would want her family and all her many circles of friends, along with those who never met her, to begin to pay attention to the many significant patterns in their own lives that some of them may have heretofore overlooked. As a legal secretary for over 50 years I’ve certainly learned to pay a great deal of attention to infinitesimal detail. I also realize there may be a lot of redundancy in what I’m writing about but as a senior citizen I’m trying to write it all down while it’s still fresh in my mind and know it may sometimes cross the line when it comes to being brief and to the point. There may be times when it seems I’ve gone a little off track but that is only because I am trying to place all this into a cohesive whole.
The deepest symbolic lesson of any butterfly is because she asks us to accept the changes in our lives as casually as she does; this unwavering acceptance of her metamorphosis is also symbolic of faith. It’s connection with the soul is fitting as we are all on a long journey of the soul. On this journey we encounter endless turns, shifts, and conditions that cause us to morph into ever-finer beings. At our soul-journey’s end we are inevitably changed – not at all the same as when we started on the path.
As a symbol of transformation, throughout many cultures the butterfly represents everlasting life, stemming from it's various stages of life. The change from a larva, a worm like creature, to a lifeless looking chrysalis, to the emergence of a magnificent, winged butterfly has often been used as a symbol of the resurrection. Christ promises us a new body which will not know the limitations we have now. The butterfly symbolizes this change from an earthbound creature into a new form. Today, pictures of butterflies can be found throughout almost every hospice and this symbol is also used extensively by many grief counselors, spiritual centers, and support groups for the bereaved.
What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the Master calls a butterfly. ~ Richard Bach
Karner Blue Butterfly data:
…The Karner Blue butterfly, is a small, blue butterfly found in areas of New Jersey, the Great Lakes region, southern New Hampshire, and the Albany (NY) Pine Bush. The Karner Blue, whose lifecycle depends on the wild blue lupine flower is classified as an endangered species. The Albany Pine Bush is a wide open landscape filled with dense shrubs, scattered pitch pines, openings of prairie grass and wildflowers all rooted in sweeping sand dunes. It is known as an inland pine barrens ecosystem. One of the largest of only about 20 other inland pine barrens worldwide, the Albany Pine Bush is globally rare.
“Your home -- unique globally -- means little by far
to the wielders of pressure who bulldoze and mar…”
This gently rolling sand plain, characterized by well-drained sandy soils and open areas, hosts a variety of rare plant and animal species. Its open areas present ideal conditions for wild blue lupine, a beautiful wildflower which is critical to the survival of the federally endangered Karner Blue butterfly. The Karner blue butterfly's annual life cycle is inextricably tied to that of the lupine; the caterpillars feed only on wild lupine plant leaves. Targeted as a site of outstanding biological significance, the Pine Bush is one of the most endangered landscapes in the northeastern United States.
Karner Blue butterfly connection relative to Alison…
For several years back in the late 1990’s, early 2000’s, Ali Mama (me) was a paralegal in the office of an environmental lawyer who is the attorney for the federally endangered Karner Blue butterfly in the Albany Pine Bush. Throughout the years, while typing up the copious motion papers for this beautiful butterfly, I became so captivated by it and concerned about it that in 2000 I composed a poem pertaining to its plight entitled Karner Blue Splendor. The poem touched not only on the radiance of the butterfly itself but also on the political aspects regarding the land developers who were forcing it to become in danger of extinction. The attorney I then worked for spent thousands of hours since 1979 on court cases for Pine Bush preservation, filing case after case on behalf of the butterfly. The briefs he writes are carefully laid out arguments forpreservation of the Pine Bush. It’s been said that without him, there would be no Pine Bush left today. Below are some excerpts from my poem; its entirety can be found at the end of this writing…
First lines: “Glorious species, endangered your plight
‘tho fashioned to fill us with awe and delight.
Sporting a wing span half-an-inch blue
you’re the daintiest butterfly God ever flew.
Most comely of creatures in your wondrous role
you speak without words to the depths of our soul …
Middle lines: Your home -- unique globally -- means little by far
to the wielders of pressure who bulldoze and mar…
And the last lines: May soon dawn the day when each earth-wrecking crew
sees the sacred in the splendor of our wee Karner Blue.
"The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough." ~ Rabindranath Tagore
When the poem was first published on the Internet in 2000 and found at various websites along with group emails spreading it around, I received many emails from people across the country who related how much they liked the poem. Ali was excited when I told her about the emails and always asked to know whenever I received any more. One was from a physician in the southwest who found the poem very moving; another was from a woman attorney who had found my email address online at one of the sites that published the poem and stated - “the poem you wrote on the Karner Blue Splendor is beautiful. My son is doing a project in biology and has to find a poem. We were wondering if we could use your poem on his poster? If so what is your full name so we can put permission granted by on it.” In another email the Art Director of Chicagoland Gardening, a wonderful slick magazine, emailed me and said she found my poem on the Prairie Frontier web site, liked it very much, and asked for permission to use it for a credit in the story they were writing on butterflies. Ali was thrilled about these and all the other emails I received.
“Ali Baba” truly lovedthat wee Karner Blue butterfly. She treasured my poem and totally related to the plight of the butterfly. I always thought it was because Ali herself was so tiny but tough, that she valued the same characteristics in the teeny butterfly. Throughout the years she often liked to talk about the butterfly and always wanted me to keep her abreast not only on all the emails I received on it, but also on its many legal complications.
Ali posted my butterfly poem on her refrigerator door out at the lake and for years to come would give me birthday cards, holiday cards, and best friend notes with pictures/drawings of butterflies on them. She respected the raw courage of the little Karner Blue butterfly with all its myriad legal complications; courage which she herself also possessed in dealing with her own numerous diabetic complications. I think she saw in it all David vs. Goliath, Butterfly vs. Developers, Herself vs. her own killer disease. After my poem was published our dear cousin Bill O’Donovan even went so far as to send me a huge lovely umbrella with gorgeous butterflies painted all over it and which Ali liked so much she asked to borrow it from time to time. Email to Alice from Billy: “This is great. What a beautifully written poem. Joe is smiling :-) This is fantastic, Alice.” Ali was always excited about all of this fuss. From the time she was a little girl, Ali always called me her “best friend” and so back in the day as she grew older Ali loved to accompany me to demonstrations and meetings of all sorts to protect the environment and so her advocating on behalf of “our butterfly” was hardly surprising.
”Some synchronicities begin within the outer world and then more inward as their meaning is revealed. Such synchronicities depend on detecting a deeper meaning to the patterns and clustering of the phenomena around us. They may involve our becoming linked with the environment in a special way, anticipating events or sensing some underlying pattern to the world.”
The final connection, the pattern coming together…
…The most recent visitation by Ali was this past summertime in August 2010 as I was accompanying my granddaughter Maggie, who was expecting her first child, to an OBGYN appointment. Ali’s only sister, my youngest daughter Carrie, had but one daughter Maggie and Ali always loved her very much since the day she was born in 1986. Ali saw in Maggie her own grand spirit and little Irish ways and always took care of Maggie as the child she herself never had. Alison was not only Maggie’s aunt and godmother but was also her close friend and mentor. She always valued having Maggie visit her as Maggie was growing up and eagerly looked forward to all the family holidays and other celebrations when they would see one another. Maggie knew all about Ali’s interest in and deep affection for the Karner Blue butterfly and loved the little butterfly herself. Ali threw birthday parties for Mag, had Maggie and her friends for sleepovers at the Lake, took her on vacation one wonderful summertime to Wells Beach in Maine and promised Maggie that she could wear her wedding gown when Mag and Ben married. The whole family knew that Ali would be thrilled when Maggie got pregnant and that she would be the baby’s godmother after Maggie’s baby was born. Instead, Ali became the baby’s guardian angel in replacement of her planned godmother role and after the birth, my great-granddaughter carried Ali’s name … Rileigh Alison
Maggie in Ali’s wedding gown with Grammy and Grampy Fisk
Anyway, on with the very uniqueness of the synchronicity itself …
Leaving my home in Melrose, accompanying Maggie to her obstetrician’s appointment in early August, as we approached my car parked in the driveway, we noticed a little speck on the car. As we drew nearer we witnessed a little flutter and upon arriving at my car we observed a little butterfly just sitting in the middle of my driver’s-side door below the window. We didn’t see the butterfly fly there and land on the car as we were approaching it. It was simply there when we walked up to it. I knew immediately that facing me that day was a beautiful, tiny, endangered Karner Blue butterfly just sitting there. Watching it just wait there, it simply took my breath away and I felt like I was frozen in time as I witnessed this glorious little creature facing us. I experienced an epiphany knowing instantly and without any doubt whatsoever that it had spontaneously emerged from another dimension and that it had not flown the large distance of over 21 miles from its natural and only habitat in the Albany Pine Bush ~ to perch right smack dab in the middle of my own driver’s-side car door. With the acute awareness that it hadn’t just flown there but instead simply appeared there I felt a wave of the purest love flow through me as we gazed intently at the butterfly and next things seemed to happen in slow motion. Ever so slowly, the butterfly moved from the middle of the front car door over to the crack between the driver’s front door and the post of the door as if it wanted to have the door opened for it and get in the car with us. It partially disappeared into the crack and after a moment, stirred out of it and moved to the middle of the door again, and again it just sat there and waited as if it had all the time in the world. To me, it seemed as if time simply stood still, indeed there was no “time”. I don’t know how to explain it except to say that every single facet of my own and my family’s long affinity with this particular butterfly flowed into me all at once and that every minuscule detail of our loving relationship to it, and advocacy for it, manifested all at the same time, not in a linear but in a lateral way.
Totally mesmerized, I “knew” that this exquisite little butterfly symbolized my beautiful Ali and that my little girl was letting us know that she was going with us to the obstetricians and that she would always be around to watch over her baby grand-niece. The coincidence was particularly meaningful as Maggie and I both experienced what was a double synchronous event as the butterfly was witnessed by the two of us who both were speechless. Maggie happened to have her digital camera with her that day, removed it from her purse and took a picture of the butterfly on the car door; see picture below. While she was taking the picture her hands were shaking so badly that the first picture she took showed only half of the butterfly. The second picture had a shadow over it and because these pictures are instantly available, she was finally able to take a third picture (which is still in partial shadow) of the butterfly while it patiently sat there on the car door just waiting for her picture to be taken while we were fumbling around. Ali was used to posing for pictures. Her circles and circles and circles of friends took thousands of pictures of her throughout the years. They were all on display at her wake and at her Rallys. Maggie told me that in retrospect, it amazed her that her camera was even in her purse that particular day; she told me that she never travels with it, anywhere, unless it’s to a special occasion. She had no idea how the camera got into her purse that afternoon nor even how she knew enough to grab it out of there to take the picture. As soon as I thought again of the doctors appointment, the butterfly ever so slowly flew over to the privet hedge next to the driveway and perched on a leaf. She was still sitting there as we left, but the lovely Alison herself and her well-known incredible energy and powerful personality was indeed inside the car, going with us to the doctor’s office. She symbolically imparted the message to us, in a most exceptional way, that she lives, knows what’s going on in our lives, and will always be with us. Poised as we were, outside space-time during the event, it literally filled us with not only a sense of awe, but even more especially, of the presence of divinity and everlasting love. The instant was filled with a numinous beauty.
“The special flavor of a synchronicity lies in its being, at one and the same time, a unique, individual event and the manifestation of universal order. Wrapped within the temporal moment, a synchronicity exhibits its transcendental nature. It is in this relationship between the transcendent and the coincidental arrangement of mental and physical happenings that the synchronicity acquires its numinous meaning”. Synchronicity: The Bridge Between Matter and Mind by F. David Peat, Ph.D.
That night while trying to fall asleep I kept being drawn back to the Karner Blue butterfly again and again. I knew in my soul that it appeared from where Ali now resides ~ in another dimension or realm, or even parallel universe if you will, and that Ali herself knew I had immediately internalized all the previous patterns and made the connection. My daughter knew that the event managed to hypnotize her 72-year-old mother and 24-year-old niece both at the same instant as to its unique significance and I know she was just overjoyed about it. I knew that each element throughout the years that preceded the event itself was leading to that very matchless moment and that its all coming together cannot be dissected in a scientific, or mechanical causality way, without at the same time, destroying the very essence of the experience. For us, there was no physicality nor local time involved in the happening. It just was.
Now whenever I think of that clear August day I still feel the unbridled emotion that accompanied it. The warmth that still surrounds that remembered event is, for me, a prayer without words. For those skeptics who would require scientific proof of how the butterfly’s physical presence found its way to my car, I have none. Except to say that perhaps people should try to keep an open mind as to emerging scientific paradigms and not remain locked in the past.
I believe that all coincidences are messages from the unmanifest – they are like angels without wings, so to speak, sudden interruptions of life by a deeper level .... Deepak Chopra
I now fancy the idea of a reciprocal universe which seems to largely hinge on the principle of The Golden Rule. When I put the message of the plight of my Karner Blue butterfly out into the universe via the World Wide Web and people resonated with it, to me the universe reciprocated in kind by sending its own very unique messenger back to me via our tiny blue friend knowing that I would immediately grasp its special message to me: that my daughter still lives, knows what’s going on in our lives, and will always be with us. I’m no professor of quantum physics at some great university engaged in rigorous search for possible answers to vast phenomena relative to the universe, but I do believe that “crone wisdom” should perhaps play at least some small part in any scientific inquiry. There is a Native American legend that says, “If you have a secret wish, capture a butterfly and whisper your wish to it. Since butterflies cannot speak, your secret is ever safe in their keeping. Release the butterfly, and it will carry your wish to the Great Spirit, who alone knows the thoughts of butterflies.”
Others may believe only in “objective answers” regarding how on earth this tiny creature had flown away from its only home in the Albany Pine Bush and made its way through the dense polluted state capital traffic to the village of Melrose, some 21½ miles away and then land on my car. They may surmise how it could have flown northward alongside the Hudson River by way of Interstate 787 to Troy, then up Hoosick Street to Route 40 then up to Melrose. Or deduce that instead it flew from Albany County northward on Route 32 to Menands, Watervliet and Cohoes, then to Waterford in Saratoga County and then flew east across the Hudson River into Rensselaer County and then up over Irish Road to Route 40 in Melrose. Perhaps it would even be concluded that it flew in a straight line, as the crow flies, from the Pine Bush to Melrose. Or even hopped a ride on the cab of a northbound tractor trailer. In any event, it is of little interest to me how in their fixed conviction of a mechanical universe skeptics believe the butterfly found its way to my particular car and finally managed to spellbind a 72-year-old great-grandmother and 24-year-old young mother-to-be both at the same instant as to its unique significance. If people wish to doubt our subjective experience and believe only in concrete physical events in an external “objective” world then I would suggest that they verify their beliefs by attempting to reproduce them; and that’s fine with me. I’m certain our beautiful little blue butterfly would be delighted to take part in any scientific replication starting at its Pine Bush habitat, flying northward along the routes listed above then waiting for us at our car in Melrose.
Synchronicities are the jokers in nature’s pack of cards for they refuse to play by the rules and offer a hint that, in our quest for certainty about the universe, we may have ignored some vital clues. ~
Excerpt from Synchronicity: The Bridge Between Matter and Mind, F. David Peat, Ph.D .
Actual photo of Karner Blue Butterfly perched on Ali Mama’s car door in Melrose ~ over 21 miles away from it’s natural habitat in the Albany Pine Bush ~ taken by Maggie’s digital camera.
Albany Pine Bush,Washington Ave Ext,Albany, NY to 11 Pineview PlMelrose, NY,Total Travel Estimate 35 minutes 21.10 miles
Photo of Karner Blue as found on Prairie Frontier website where Ali Mama’s poem is featured. Poem also published in Chicagoland Gardening Magazine.
“The caterpillar dies so the butterfly could be born. And, yet, the caterpillar lives in the butterfly and they are but one. So, when I die, it will be that I have been transformed from the caterpillar of earth to the butterfly of the universe.”---John Harricharan
"... listen to what he has to say." Elisabeth Kubler-Ross, M.D.
Karner Blue Splendor
Glorious species, endangered your plight
‘tho fashioned to fill us with awe and delight.
Sporting a wingspan half-an-inch blue
you’re the daintiest butterfly God ever flew.
Most comely of creatures in your wondrous role
you speak without words to the depths of our soul
‘tho through the great Pine Bush within which you soar
vast lucre’s created a grim zone-of-war.
Through grasping earth-spoilers and toads on the take
your Karner Blue dwelling stays ever at stake.
Your habitat threatened, profiteers seek to snatch
nearly every last bit of your blue lupine patch.
Your home -- unique globally -- means little by far
to the wielders of pressure who bulldoze and mar
with their backhoes, and blueprints for buildings of steel,
raw power and riches -- The Art of the Deal.
Such Lords of Persuasion, less one backward glance,
would sell Butterfly Soup if they had half-a-chance.
So you grieve as your helpers brave lawsuits and strife --
their eyes locked on the mark as they fight for your life.
From Lycaeides Melissa, a sincere billet-doux:
“Thank You, Counselor and Friends. You’re de facto true Blue.”
...May soon dawn the day when each earth-wrecking crew
seesthe sacred in the splendor of our wee Karner Blue.
Copyright 2000, by AFisk10302.aol.com
Prairie Frontier would like to thank A. Fisk for allowing us to share this marvelous poem with you.
A LITTLE MORE ABOUT ALI FOR THOSE WHO MAY BE INTERESTED…
Since she was a child, and to give you a little insight as to why Ali always referred to me as her best friend, you will have to know a little of the special lifelong bond between us and the way she always felt about it. In early 2004 I published The Diary of Alice Mary, a true account of a diary my dad, Joe Connally, kept on me during the war years of the 1940’s; I had transcribed the diary and added my own memories of those years. Ali loved the book and in it there are references on how I noted synchronicities and also mentions the Karner Blue butterfly too. In addition to all the “I Love You” notes that she had sent to me through the years, as an example I’ll use the St. Pat’s Day card of ‘04 I received from Ali. On the front was a Celtic cross with the words DIA BEANNACHT LEA on the front of it which in Gaelic means “God Bless You”. In addition to the traditional verse inside the card, Ali had written her own personal message to me. It read: “Mommy, Thanks for everything! You mean the world to me. I am so deeply proud of you and to be your daughter. You are my lighthouse and the rock it stands on. Love, Sookie.” The most recent card she gave me shortly before she crossed over is found in its entirety at the end of this writing.
…In 2009, one year after Ali crossed over and after many of her family and good friends had related incidences to me throughout the year about how they felt Ali’s palpable presence at different times in their lives since she left ~ at a concert attended by her friends, at the beach with the all-time summertime girl, at work or home, or simply driving in their car and a special song comes on while they were thinking of Ali, I wrote a vignette about my own experiences with her since she crossed. I emailed it to all her circles and circles and circles of friends and it finished in part: “We all love and miss you terribly, little angel Ali. We know that you’re with your beloved Grampy Joe Connally and our family and friends who are now on the other side of the veil whom you love and cherish…just as you are also with us all, here, every single day when we think of you. You tell us that we will all joyously meet again, without pain and without suffering and we believe you wholeheartedly. You enlighten us, as no catechism ever could, that we’ll all be astonished at the vastly innovative, heavenly realm of ever higher creativity in which you now reside. A glorious place of pure potentiality that our wildly compassionate Grand Architect of the Universe has in store for each one of us. You tell us that beyond space time we will continue ever onward and upward, according to divine plan, in our ever-evolving spiritual journey. The only journey that ever really mattered. And, according to little Ali Baba as she speaks to us on this day, a journey that totally Rocks! Where the great Dance of Life is truly astounding and everlasting, exactly as promised. Rock On! our little Ali Baba. We cherish each and every wonderful memory you left with our family, little Sookie, since the day you were born. Your family and friends love you and oh, do we miss you so, your selfless love, your huge hugs, your sweet little smile, our tiny angel, Ali.
… From the Ali Baba Newsletter, 2nd Issue ~ Autumn 2010 Edition: Two of the beauteous Ali Baba’s most recent visitations happened in May and in August of this year, 2010. The May visitation by Ali was at Ms. Jane’s annual Cinco de Mayo party. When one of Jane’s long-time friends was arriving at the festivities, she told Jane that she “caught a glimpse of Ali out of the corner of her eye” as she got out of her car. Ali was standing in the midst of a group of friends and was laughing. The sighting was only for a nanosecond in time and then it was gone. But Jane’s friend knew that Ali was thoroughly enjoying herself there that day. In Jane’s email to me: “My friend Barbara…she's the writer and a bit of a psychic, told me when she got out of her car to come here she saw Ali out of the corner of her eye, and that Ali was here and having fun (Of course I knew that already)”.
"How does one become a butterfly?" she asked.
"You must want to fly so much that you are willing to give up being a caterpillar."
…One of the very last “just because” cards I ever received from my beautiful daughter Ali featured a drawing of two ladies on the front of the card wearing sunhats and carrying pocketbooks and bags and they appeared to be on their way to the beach (where else?). Her multitude of friends will appreciate the expressions in the card as they capture exactly the grand spirit Ali was born with and also the relationship Ali and I have always had all our lives and still continue to have. The verse reads…
The kind of friends we’ll always be…
We’ll go where we want and we’ll do what we like.
We’ll say what we mean. We’ll mean what we say.
We’ll question authority. We’ll push the envelope.
We’ll go out a limb. We’ll fall.
We’ll pick ourselves up and try again.
But we’ll be there for each other. And we’ll survive.
We’ll become. We’ll unravel.
We’ll roll up our sleeves and roll with the punches.
We’ll hurt. We’ll heal.
We’ll weep and feel.
And then in Ali’s own handwriting…
And we’ll grow stronger - because we are a “we,”
Because we are FRIENDS,
And we will be FOREVER!
Dear Sookie ~
Thank you so much for being my daughter first and, at your request, forever best friends second. For letting me know, and through me, letting your circles and circles of friends know, by way of your Karner Blue butterfly meaningful coincidence that you’re ALIVE AND WELL and that you’re still with us every single day! I Love you, forever.
3rd ANNUAL RALLY FOR ALI
Alison Fisk Urzan
IN SEARCH OF A CURE FOR DIABETES
ALL DONATIONS WILL GO TO HARVARD STEM CELL INSTITUTE
PICNIC FOR A CAUSE
KRAUSE’S GROVE, 2 Beach Road, Halfmoon, NY
SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 24, 2011
1:00 PM TO 6:00 PM ~ RAIN OR SHINE
$30.00 per adult ticket at gate - $20.00 for children under 12
includes donation to Harvard Stem Cell Institute.
5 hour picnic with soda, beer, live music, games, door prizes, raffles.
Abundant food and dessert being served 1:00 p.m. to 5:00 p.m.
Those who wish to join a pre-picnic motorcycle and scooter cavalcade around the beautiful Tomhannock Reservoir in Ali’s honor will meet at the Troy Plaza on Hoosick Street at 10:00 A.M. for sign up and the cavalcade will kick off at 11:00 A.M. sharp.