Dear Heath and YGC family—
It occurred to me today how truly fitting this week was, Fenno’s passage from life so much like the eternal endings of any number of the works we sang with him. On Tuesday, Peggy had indicated maybe he had another day or two. But time has always known how to stand still for Fenno. Think of those final phrases in Woolsey, the ending of Fern Hill “Like…. the…. sea…..” or Shenandoah “Across the wide….. Mi….ssou….ri………” Four beats turn into eight, sixteen, an eternity, holding on holding on. The singers, the audience, bathing together, exulting in that last wash of sound, fading into both nothingness and everythingness, until only pure breath, air, silence, joy and something perhaps divine remain. Such was the experience this week, as Fenno held on for days while we connected, reconnected, reminisced, laughed, cried, and loved. Yes, perhaps fading, but this was Fenno time, when a moment can become more than a moment. At last, he would lower his arm, with a nod, a slight grin, that twinkle in his eye. He would then raise his arms back up to us, palms up, pump them up and down three, four times in a virtual salute and embrace, and only then turn round to welcome and accept the cheers of the audience, the love of the world.
Thank you, Heath and extended YGC family, for this special blog, a great place to celebrate and pay tribute.