Sunday, February 23, 2020

QM2 Thomas Ryan O'Connor's Eulogy


Thomas Ryan O’Connor had one theme that framed his life.

Love every aspect of life fiercely.



We are here at the beach because he loved the water.

Whether it was for swim team, or lifeguarding, bodysurfing or competing and WINNING the Tampa Bay Frog Man swim, water was in Tom’s blood.



But it was not just in the water where he was at home.



He spent the last three days of his life camping with Dave Pierce. Even though it took he and Shannah a long time to find his dream apartment, or “Coronado Island estate,” he was rarely there. He was always outside.

He loved connecting to nature, and get back to humankind’s roots – from camping and seeing the world from the mountain peaks, to hunting and hiking.



Tom loved people.

He pushed some of us out of the boxes we had placed ourselves in.

He showed us that we could be more - -because he knew how to connect to each of us – when to use humor and when to be serious.

His charisma made us want to live in his world – where every action was poetry in motion, the Big Lebowski was a class on philosophy, cast-iron skillets were the only way to go.

He brought everyone into his universe – ensuring that no-one was left behind.

He shared his dreams, and that made us want to dream too. 

He reframed how we see the world – as adventures and challenges waiting for us to conquer.

He showed us that you could live a life that was juxtaposed between being driven and carefree – like learning a new song on the guitar by ear, or having three times as many shoes than your wife.



Tom loved people.

He used humor to defuse tension-filled moments, like once describing BUDS as if it were a really bad summer camp.

“Today at summer camp, they twied to drown us.”

He loved making us laugh with his impressions and impersonations – from Micky Mouse to George Bush.



Thomas loved his family - - by blood or those he put his arms around.

He wore his pride for his Irish heritage on his chest with a Tree of Life tattoo, surrounded with the phrase, “Together We Are Alive Forever.” The roots that grow into the ground, the branches that reach for the sky and the seedling that falls and sprouts, continuing the cycle forever.    

Though he made sure to stand next to Caitlan, to demonstrate how much taller he had become when she visited from college, and she may have given him nightmares about how she beat him at every board game they played together, he loved her fiercely, as only a younger brother can.

He perfected his grandmother’s shepherd’s pie recipe, out of love for her.

He loved his mother, learning from her the skills of a quiet leader.

He loved his grandfather, and showed that love through a similar eagle tattoo, a permanent reminder of their bond.

He loved his father, sharing deep conversations about life and philosophy,  and through their conversations, looked to embody Marcus Aurelius’ teaching, “Waste no more time arguing about a good man should be. Be one.”



Thomas loved his wife.

He would sit on the phone with her during her 2 hour commute home every day and just talk.

He would make dinner and pack her lunch for the next day.

He took such pride in all of her accomplishments, he bragged about her to anyone who would listen.

And he knew how important a tuna sandwich can be.

He was willing to sit down and watch The Bachelor with Shannah, only to become a little obsessed in what happened week-to-week.

Though he knew she was not totally excited about hiking, he tempered his excitement, because walking with her was more important than racing up the mountain.

He thought about their future, and albeit, maybe went a little overboard, found a book of Norse Baby Names with her, asking her to consider the name SVEN or ODIN for their future children.

She shared her love of Missouri with him, he came away with a love for Bud Lite and dalmatian dogs. 



Tomas loved life. And in his short 25 years, he lived it to the fullest. He did not waste time – instead – every moment was an opportunity to explore the world he loved, to connect with people and make them feel a part of something greater than themselves. He shared those things important in his life with others. He loved his family, demonstrated it by how he lived his life – we are proof of that. And he loved Shannah – his soulmate. His yin to his yang. She helped him grow into the man we knew.



He would want us to celebrate this day and not waste an opportunity to live, explore, to wonder and dream. 



As Dave Matthews Band said,  

Celebrate we will
'Cause life is short but
Sweet for certain, hey
We climb on two by two
To be sure these days continue”



Good night sweet prince. 


Pulpit versus Military Chaplaincy

During this time with Tom's family, I have come to a realization.

The aspect of walking the family through their grief, and being a constant in their lives for years to come is not what a Military chaplain does.

We move every 2 - 2.5 years.

We deal with deaths and do not have the bandwidth to keep in touch with all the previous families.
We have hundreds (no exaggeration) of other sailors and families that need our attention at the same time.

We get the families resources to help them grieve and then heal.

But we are not expected to maintain contact, after the one year anniversary.

I miss that part of pulpit life.

My father named children, Bar and Bat Mitzvahed them, married them, and buried them.
He can recite family trees of congregants with whom he had close ties, and tell me all the connections he had with each of the branches.

He was these families' rabbi.

I wish I could be that for my sailors as well.

Saturday, February 22, 2020

Losing two people within a week

One of the challenges of being a chaplain, is balancing our job of helping sailors and their families grieve, while we ourselves are grieving of a loss in our own lives.

I lost a friend from shul on Thursday. Her name was Vanina (Zichrona Livracha = May her Memory Be For a Blessing).
We joked about our rhyming names, and mutual small stature.
She had become more observant and involved in the shul in the last 10 years of the 56 she lived.
I was supposed to teach her how to Lein Megillat Esther.
It uses a different tune than the regular Torah reading.
She messaged me during deployment, because she wanted to know she missed me.

She would scold me for sitting by myself in the back of the shul, when the rest of the "regulars" all sat together, closer to the Bimah (stage).

She was a Gute Neshama - a good soul.
And when she hugged me, all my worries fell away.

Right after I heard about Vanina's passing, I got a call that Thomas' family wanted me to deliver the eulogy at his Celebration of Life, on Shabbat.

Friday morning, I sat on the phone, talking with family and friends of Tom's, to gather more details to include in the eulogy. I stopped long enough to get dressed and go to Vanina's (Z"L) funeral.

After the funeral, I went home, changed clothes, and started writing the opening blessing, eulogy, and closing blessing for Thomas.

And then I went to shul.

It was at Kiddush (fellowship after services) that I could not hold back the tears.

I cried for Vanina (Z"L).

I cried for Tom.

I cried because the world has lost two amazing people in such a short period of time.

***BUT BOTH LIVED LIFE ON THEIR TERMS,***
For that, I am grateful.

But I still had a job to do.
I had to help the family and community Tom created, to say goodbye.

So, I did what needed to be done.
I decompartmentalized my losses and went back to writing.

Sometimes, being a chaplain is hard.

But there is no-where else I would rather be.

Saturday, February 15, 2020

My First CACO call

I have gone 7 years without being tasked to give a notification for the death of a sailor or Marine.

On Thursday, a sailor from a DDG on the same pier as me, was struck by a vehicle and died.
He was pronounced at about 1500. I was called at 1600 by their chaplain, a friend of mine, who is based in Hawaii.

Of course I went.

Of course, I notified one of his closest friends who was on duty at the time.

Of course, I stayed aboard for three hours counseling everyone because he was the sailor everyone knew and loved.

Of course, I went to duty turn over at 0615 on Friday morning, praying with the crew,
helping them to grieve. It does not matter that this is a 96 for my ship. A fellow sailor died and his ship needed a chaplain.

Of course, I sat with the CO and XO and officers who cared deeply for this sailor - a BUDS drop-out, a QM2, ESWS, SAR swimmer, VBSS, always had a joke at the right moment to defuse the stressful situation, who loved to surf like the CO, and developed a deep respect for his Senior Chief.

Of course, though it is Shabbat, I was at duty turnover at 0615, and sat with the crew for two hours.

Of course, I assisted in making the notification to his father, mother, new wife/now widow. I know that it is Shabbat, but I was not going to rush out of there, even three hours later. This is where they needed me to be.

Of course I will be at khaki call and the all-hands call Tuesday morning, and sit with NN DIV afterwards.

By the request of the family, YES, I will be at the viewing on Tuesday. Just because it is not a Jewish practice does not mean I cannot support someone else's faith practices.

Yes, I gave my number to every Khaki that asked and to the sailors closest to him who may need to talk at some point in their grieving process, who like him, were plank owner of this amazing ship.

Yes, I made sure that a chaplain made contact with the previous NAV who just PCSed last month.

This was, and will continue to be hard, emotionally.
I am taking care of myself, and have an amazing support system, so I can be there for the crew and the family in the coming days.


May memories of him bring strength to those who knew and loved him.

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https://www.sandiegouniontribune.com/news/public-safety/story/2020-02-13/florida-man-24-struck-and-killed-on-i-8-in-alpine

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We lost Thomas yesterday afternoon.
He and a Navy friend (David Pierce, Kate Pierce) were returning from a hunting trip and pulled over to secure a tarp covering their gear that had worked itself loose on the bed of his truck.
Tom was on the road side of the truck when a car from the opposite side of the road veered off course, crossed the center line and struck Tom.
He was life-flighted from the rural Julian, CA countryside and was pronounced dead shortly after arriving at Sharp Memorial trauma center in San Diego.
Please give us this time to grieve and sort through the details of what will be painful coming days and weeks. I will post more as we make arrangements in San Diego and here in Tampa Bay.
We thank you for your thoughts, concerns, and love. Hold your loved ones tight. None of us have any guarantees.
Life is precious.


Hiding from my birthday

On my birthday, I managed to go all day without anyone knowing.

Except my brother.

He posted on Facebook.

I do love this picture of us.


It's the last time he did not have facial hair. Just kidding. Sort of.





Family celebrations: Part II

Originally, we were going to be underway during my niece's Bat Mitzvah.

Thank God, things shifted and I did not have to miss it.

Mazal Tov, kiddo!


Christmas on Lake Erie

Just like Thanksgiving, someone gets the short straw.

That's okay.

CMC Hanley got care packages for everyone, and I brought the cards.

We make a great dynamic morale boosting duo.









Chanukkah aboard Lake Erie with the Mensch on a Bench

Each night of Chanukkah, my Mensch on a Bench appeared somewhere on the ship. 

I love that my crew got involved and came up with some really ideas. 

 On the first night of Chanukkah, the Mensch was home, celebrating the Festival of Lights.

On the second night of Chanukkah, the Mensch stood OOD UI (Under Instruction) with ENS COOPER.

On the third night of Chanukkah, the Mensch was helmsman.


On the third night of Chanukkah, the Mensch wanted to wish all who celebrate, a Merry Christmas!




On the fourth night of Chanukkah, the Mensch stood POOW (Petty Officer of the Watch) UI under now BM1 Ferry. He is about to announce over the 1MC the miracle of Chanukkah.

On the fifth night of Chanukkah, the Mensch was in Medical, practicing his stretcher bearer skills. He wants to join the MTT as soon as he has all his quals signed off.
 

 The Mensch is also going for his ESWS (Enlisted Surface Warfare) qualification. Today, he is reviewing the AFFF system, that helps us fight fires on the ship.

After all those latkes, the Mensch must PT, to stay in shape. 




 On the eighth night of Chanukkah, the Mensch was standing EOOW (Engineering Officer of the Watch) UI. It is a lot to learn!


 On the night after Chanukkah ended, the Mensch went to sleep in his rack (my rack). 
Until next year, Lake Erie. 
Thank you for celebrating Chanukkah with me. 

Painting the Ship

We did not have time in Hawaii to paint the whole ship, so Deck Division (OD) only painted the side that would be seen by the families when we moored. 

That means that now we are back home, the other side must be painted as well. 

Thank you, OD, for making our ship look the same color. 





Cub Scout Troop 613 adoption

We were adopted by Cub Scout Troop 613 from Westchester, NY.

They sent us cards and swiss rolls.

Perfect timing, since not only are we back underway not 10 days after returning from deployment, but we have to stay out here a little longer to help some helo pilots learn to land on cruisers.

What I love, is that no-one cares if the care packages I give out are from a church or synagogue, from my parents, or cousins of mine. They are happy to be acknowledged and thanked for what we are doing.














Thanksgiving aboard ship

Not everyone gets to enjoy Thanksgiving at home.
Some of us get to stand duty.

That's okay.
We got to eat together and watch some football.



Post-Deployment Thank Yous

This deployment, and probably any deployment, is not easy. 

We lean on family and friends back home to maintain that connection and sense of normalcy. 

It is with deep appreciation that I thank my mother, for writing me dissertations on the entire family, so I was never out of the loop. 








To my brother, who made me a deployment mug with pictures of the family. I used it every Shabbat and then just all the time, so I could hold them in my hand and keep them close to me. 

To my sister and brother-in-law, who sent me, literally, hundreds of pictures and videos of my niece, so I did not miss a minute of her growing into the inquisitive, energetic child she is today.



And to my niece, who had no idea that her pictures made me smile and who's videos made me laugh and snort at the right moments.


To my friend, Yiftach, who started reading my blogs from the beginning and emailing me about what he thought. It started during the two months of deployment and our email exchanges were ridiculous and exactly what I needed to get through the toughest part of deployment, where the end is in sight but not really. 

To AUXO (now ACE), and COMMO - thank you for being there for me when I needed someone to talk to. Being the chaplain is not easy. Being a friend of the chaplain is also not easy. My faith in God is stronger and deeper because of you. 

And to the Holy One, my source of comfort and inner fortitude. You saw me. You knew what was in my heart and what I needed, and you sent the right emissaries to speak Your word in such a way that I was open to hear it. 

I am blessed, so much so, that I cannot count them. 

WE'RE HOME!!!!!!!

We are home.
Thank God.

It was good to see so many families waiting on the pier to greet us.
Aloha.





Final deployment evening prayer

Every night we were underway, I wrote an evening prayer that related to something that happened that day.

Below is my final night's evening prayer.
I made them laugh, sniffle, nod their heads in agreement, and acknowledged significance of this moment.

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To the holy one, praised be your name, as you are known to each of us,

Tomorrow, we conclude our deployment of over 48000 miles traveled together, earning us 8 swallows.
We have experienced ups, like achieving our ESWS, AIR or SWO pins.
And welcoming 9 babies to the Lake Erie family, relaxing on the beach in Busan. 
We have experienced lows, like losing family members and missing home. 
And bonging off some of our closest friends.

We have gotten to know each other deeply.
We have broken bread together 630 times – from steel beaches to breakfast for dinner.
We have lived through shower hours,
shifted homeport to Sasebo
Toured Nagasaki, volunteered at an orphanage, played spades and poker until the wee hours of the morning. 
We can even recite the “flight quarters” announcement at the same speed as the BMOW.

We performed 25 sea and anchor details and even more UNREPs
We became the SMEs and were responsible for teaching the new sailors who joined us during deployment.
These metrics are not merely numbers.
They are a measure of time and commitment we gave to this deployment.

God, remind us not to let us blow past this moment, acknowledging it’s importance – whether it be the end of our first or fifth deployments.
We ask that you once again watch over us during tomorrow’s evolutions – the safe departures of Red Stinger 1-6 and 2-1, and our final sea and anchor.

As we left in peace, we are grateful to return in peace back home.
With thankful hearts as this deployment comes to end, we thank you.

Amen.

Rest Easy Lake Erie.

Halloween on Deployment

I have never celebrated Halloween in my life. 

This year, I dressed up and threw a party of the crew. 

That's right! The rabbi ran the heathen celebration for the ship. 

And it was awesome. 

I was a pumpkin. 


That spare leg is from our trauma training in Medical..... Or is it?????

CHENG dressed up in a pilot flight suit, me as a pumpkin, and ELECTRO as himself.

The Downside of Deployment: Missing Raf's Bar Mitzvah

While I was stationed in Okinawa, my great aunt passed away.
She was quirky and wonderful, an artist and all-around wonderful woman.
She died at 99, and I could not go to the funeral, or help my parents deal with her apartment.
I missed the unveiling of her tombstone.

I know that she would not have wanted me to "waste my time" flying to, and from NY, for her.
I have amazing memories of the year I lived with her, and up until I left for Okinawa.

My nephew's Bar Mitzvah was at the end of September.
Even if we had left on time for deployment, which we did not, I still would not have been able to get back in time.

It hurt, and I am glad I got to facetime with Raf at my port visit, prior to his Bar Mitzvah.

I am so proud of him for all his has done and all he will do.
And in honor of him, I say, "GO YANKEES!"


Rosh HaShannah on Deployment

Life does not stop, just because it is a Jewish holiday.
It does not stop when there is anybody's holiday.

But, we found some time to blow the shofar, eat apples and honey, and wish each other a happy new year.



What's really cool, is that friends of mine sent me a mini shofar and a mug that says "May you have a sweet and happy new year." How blessed am I?!?!?!?!


Enough with going to Sasebo!!!!

Due to circumstances beyond our control, we visited Sasebo 4 TIMES!

It is a nice, quaint base.
There is some great restaurants out in town.
It is easy to get to Nagasaki.

But this - - -  This I CAN NOT ACCEPT.

LIfting our Spirits: Thank You Cards

One of the nicest things, was receiving thank you cards from people who do not know us, but wanted to share there thanks for our service.

Every card lifted our spirits, made us laugh, and gave us the emotional boost we sometimes needed.