A Letter to Pat Conroy

My Dearest Pat, March 8th, 2016 Read and Edited by Maggie Schein, Written by Bernie Schein. Maggie’s Intro: My father –or one of them (I must be a terribly difficult daughter to need two such father figures) –Bernie Schein, is in Venice right now with my mother, which is a good thing. I am not sure his heart would have survived this. Forever competitive, Bernie wanted to be in Heaven too, with his best friend and his soul mate – his proof to naysayers and skeptics of love, that time, enough salted tears, hearty hugs, fierce fights,  and life lived truly together forges of elements  of connection that can’t be destroyed by anything.  Not even death. Not even geography. From his heaven on earth in Venice, he asked me to read this letter to pat, and for you all, from him.  Wish me luck. Bernie’s Letter: My dearest Pat, I know we’ve said goodbye to each other more times in the last several weeks than either one of us might have imagined only a short time ago. Such is the nature of the obsessive-compulsive Jew who can’t let go and an Irish Catholic blowhard with a heart so big I imagine it now dwarfing the universe. They’ll love you up there: Peg and Don, Stannie, Mom and Dad, Gene, Doug, Tommy, Nancy Jane, all your loved ones. You’re regaling all of them right now, I have no doubt, they’re so happy to see you. You had to have been dying to see them, since you did. Frankly, my guess is your arrival on the scene at St. Peter’s has...