Skip to comments.The Final Days of Art Buchwald: A Visit - Columnist Art Buchwald 'near death'...
Posted on 03/03/2006 10:56:07 AM PST by NormsRevenge
MILTON, Mass. Renowned columnist Art Buchwald has refused dialysis, and it's only a matter of time, maybe a short time, before he dies. For a man awaiting The Reaper, he's in unusually fine fettle.
I spent two days by his side to find Buchwald doesn't see himself as courageous, nor does he feel shored up by supernatural spiritual strength. To fade away naturally is the decision he made when faced with the alternative of being hooked up to a dialysis machine three times a week, for five hours at a stretch for the rest of his life.
He said, "I had two decisions. Continue dialysis, and that's boring to do three times a week, and I don't know where that's going, or I can just enjoy life and see where it takes me."
I had come to his Washington, D.C., hospice to present to him the 2006 Ernie Pyle Lifetime Achievement Award from the National Society of Newspaper Columnists. He was due to be honored at our Boston conference in June, but now his appearance isn't likely. I offered to bring it to Washington to lift his spirits and to let him know in person how highly his NSNC colleagues regarded him.
Cathy Crary, his assistant, suggested I come sooner than later. She picked me up at Dulles Airport and during our drive to hospice, she talked about her friendship and career with him since 1984, his great heart, and his accessibility through the years.
Hes listed in the phone directory and always has been. People see his name and cant believe its the real Art Buchwald, but thats how he is, she said.
His daughter, Jennifer Buchwald, lives in Massachusetts not far from me. She and I are new friends and now she stays close by her father in hospice. Her dad had been holding court with a steady stream of visitors over the past two weeks. Jennifer invited me to stay an extra day with her, since it offered more chance for an audience with the king of political satire, now the newly crowned king of The Washington Home hospice.
February 28, the day I arrived, would have marked the fourth week since he stopped dialysis. That cant be good. Would I arrive in time? What condition would he be in?
Raucous came to mind when Crary and I stepped through the glass doors around 9:30 a.m. and found him in the middle of a lively gab with Eunice and Maria Shriver, laughing it up over old memories and private jokes that bubbled up like champagne. Jennifer was there, as was Buchwalds son Joel, his wife Tamara and their two small children.
I felt a bit the interloper when things quieted down for brief introductions, but Buchwald brought the energy back up with, Let me tell you just one more story Its obvious a good dish with his friends has him twinkling with happiness.
Art, in a blue and white striped golf shirt and blue sweat pants, wore a black tennis shoe on his left foot. His other pant leg hung loosely where his right leg has been amputated below his knee, but he gave no hint of pain or discomfort.
At a certain point, Jennifer announced, Suzettes going to give him an award. It was akin to cake time at a birthday party. Everyone clapped their hands and said, Ooh! An award!
I didnt know what was more nerve wracking, trying to remember my little speech or having Eunice and Maria Shriver staring at me not two feet away. Pulling the plaque out, I stood up and said, "Art, I bring you national greetings from your friends, fans and colleagues at the National Society of Newspaper Columnists. We want to present you with our 2006 Ernie Pyle Lifetime Achievement Award.
As you can see, Ernie Pyles likeness graces the plaque because we consider him to be our patron saint, a legendary columnist who brought a human face to World War II with his stories about our soldiers, simply and profoundly told. And in the tradition of extraordinary columnists, youve shined a light on the politics of humanity. In that sense, youve been patron saint of political satire for almost six decades and we revere you.
I bring congratulations and best wishes from the National Society of Newspaper Columnists. Everybody clapped and Art nodded his thanks.
Maria Shriver said, Patron saint of political satire. I like that. See Art? You can be a saint.
After they left, I found myself hanging out in hospice with Art and his family. He looks great and still enjoys his food, which is a good sign. It was pure pleasure not having anything to do, but to eat whatever he wanted to eat, according to Buchwald. "His favorite breakfast is fruit parfait, mini-cinnamon buns and chocolate milk from McDonalds, said Tamara, his daughter-in-law.
NPR show host Diane Rehm had conducted a poignant interview with Buchwald regarding his decision to forego further medical intervention, which aired four days earlier on February 24. Buchwalds candor was stunning. Its said that when facing death, a mans life passes before him, and this man passed along his feelings to Rehm, including his fears (none), regrets (none) and any spiritual expectations (hes not sure, but probably none). Buchwalds number is coming up, and he wants to meet his fate squarely, sans any extraordinary means of delay, thank you very much.
He read through a fat folder of fan mail, which later, Jennifer shared with me. The emails, cards and letters saluted and supported him. Many were tapped out with tears, according to their senders. Strangers wrote with relief, as if Buchwalds decision to captain his own destiny gave them permission someday to do so, too.
The willingness to jump overboard and wave off any lifeboat seems quite courageous, but Buchwald was unimpressed with the idea of bravery.
I hated dialysis because it had to do with sitting there for five hours. It had to do with time. Once I made up my mind, that was it, he told me.
The end is not taboo talk. In fact, Buchwald finds funny fodder in knock-knock-knocking on heavens door.
A nurse comes up, Mr. Buchwald, Tom Brokaw is on the line.
Buchwald takes the call, laughing, Hey, Im still here and I dont know why
No doubt about it. Buchwald is a celebrity patient at hospice. Not everyone gets letters from Neal Simon or daily visits from members of the Kennedy clan. But hospice hasnt been the non-stop party it was two weeks ago, according to his daughter, at least not today, which was fairly quiet. Time can stretch out in the warm living room where he sits most of the time, napping.
Joel and his family visit three times a day. Jennifer quit school in Massachusetts to be with her father. Whenever he slept nearby, she and I read or wrote on our laptops. We took the occasional walk whenever her dad wanted something special, like a fruit parfait from McDonalds.
You better go now, and you might be lucky to get the last one, Buchwald said.
The cold dessert perked him up and with no celebrities to compete with, I pulled up a chair and asked him questions, like, Art, why arent you afraid of death?
Because I dont know what it is and I dont have control over it, he said.
If you met God, what would he say to you?
There may or may not be a God, but Im not going to be the one who is going to give the answers. Every religion is telling us theres one God, but Im not sure, so Im not giving it a lot of thought, he said.
His daughter asked, Dad, did you ever have a near death experience?
Buchwald said, Maybe during the war. It felt like near death in a foxhole when it was being mobbed. It wasnt a very pleasant thing.
Here, at hospice, what thoughts bring you joy? I asked.
My children, the fact that it all came out pretty damn good. Making people laugh, getting joy out of that, he said.
Buchwald easily wrote about 8,000 columns during his career, according to Crary. He wrote three columns a week until about 1995, and penned two weekly until this past January. I asked, Art, do you miss writing? I know youre not doing your columns anymore, but are there moments when youre here and you wish you could just tap out one more column?
No, not really. I wrote a column, a sad one to run the day after I go to heaven, he said.
What would you tell any humor columnists who want to be the next Art Buchwald?
You are what you are. At the time all these things happened to me, newspapers were a great thing. If I tried to do it now, I might not even succeed today. Newspapers dont look at columns the way they used to.
Through the wooden slats just outside the windows, afternoon slices of sun gave the room a warm, lazy feel. This hospice was his last stop. Was it an uncomfortable thought?
Buchwald remained upbeat, You gotta be somewhere and this is a pretty good place. Then he added, Now Im going to sleep.
He snoozed amid gifts and mementos. A box arrived, a gourmet frozen dessert from a friend. Buchwald resembled a sleeping Buddha before a table of orchids, spring bouquets and baskets of potted flowers. Nearby, a white teddy bear wore a purple chapeau with a polka dotted ribbon and white feather, a gift from one of the Kennedy clan.
I pressed a button, and the little bears head moved side to side and a baby voice sang, You fill up my thenses like a night in a foresth.
"Hey, its singing Annies Song by John Denver and the bear has a lisp, I said to his daughter and we giggled.
Jennifer said, When he dies, its going with him. Her father will be cremated along with gifts and pictures of his family and closest friends.
Later Buchwald took a call from his business agent. Afterwards, I asked him, Did you have a nice conversation?
He said, Yeah, I told him Im amazed. Theres no change.
Why are you amazed?
Because they said Id be dead without dialysis. Im not supposed to be doing this good, Buchwald said.
Maybe its the power of positive thinking. Maybe youre being carried along on love.
Later, it was time to fly back to Boston. My departure coincided with the afternoon arrival of two Kennedy family members. We all said hello, but now it was time for a goodbye kiss on the top of Art Buchwalds head.
He took my hand, Thanks, honey, thanks for bringing the award.
Art, any pearls of wisdom for all the columnists who love you?
Keep writing. Tell them to just keep writing, he said.
I hope when I'm dying I won't be pestered by Tom Brokaw and Maria Shriver.
Never thought Buchwald lived up to his hype, but I did admire his tenacity in fighting Hollywood when they stole his idea which became Eddie Murphy's hit, COMING TO AMERICA (I think that's name). He's one of the few who actually won a lawsuit, I believe. He exposed Hollywood for the lying scum they are.
I saw him give a convocation at the Oswego State Tavern given by my Poli Sci club in 1974. He was hillarious and a gem. Even if you don't agree, the wit was infectious and his joy of life astounding. Godspeed Art. Give him a good laugh!
Good post. I might be tempted to say something churlish, but I reject it and say again, GOOD POST!
Art is facing death with great dignity and aplomb. His columns often made me laugh. I'm glad to hear that his last days are being spent with quiet joy and humble rememberings.
And I think it's great that all his friends and colleagues can drop in. Hospice is a good way to go.
Thanks for the post. I was unaware of any of this. May God bless him!
I cannot comprehend what it would be like to care so little about whether there is a God, or whether we will survive after death. I just don't understand how a mind like that works. It makes me sad.
The question is, why is he in hospice when he's obviously in such great shape? In his shoes, most people would choose to die at home.
He's probably in hospice because he's in such bad shape he needs more attention than he can get at home. Some hospices are so nice. My brother died in a hospice. It looked like a bedroom in a home, and it had an extra bed and couch so we could sleep there. My brother had lung cancer and he just needed extra attention he couldn't get being at home.
Hoo boy, let's see if this thread about a man deciding for himself when and where he'll die, and happy to be in a hospice where he's well cared for, survives without an invasion from the death cult crowd.
And hospice workers are -- in my experience -- the best. When my aunt had cancer, and wanted to die at home, there was someone there all the time. They handled the medical and practical needs of everyone involved and became like members of the family. They even came to the funeral.
(Ironically, I write this on a day I have spent most of my afternoon complaining about the intransigence of a hospice we're negotiating a deal with at work...but, that's another story...they do good work...I just don't need to negotiate with them again..)
Art is a lib but he was a funny guy. I'll say a prayer for him and his family.
What are you talking about.
And a courageous son of America. From Wikipedia:
"He did not graduate high school, and left home to join the Marines when he was 17.
From October 1942 to October 1945, he served with the U.S. Marine Corps, attached to the Fourth Marine Air Wing. He spent two years in the Pacific Theater and was discharged from the service as a sergeant."
I agree. Hospice workers are a special breed. They know how to console the dying person, and those who will be his survivors. The dying person can say things to the hospice workers that they cannot say to close family members, without upsetting them.
I wish Art Buchwald well. Seems like God is calling all the great humorists home (Don Knotts, Darren McGavin). He must be planning a Vaudeville Special to celebrate Easter.
Buchwald wrote the Prince and the Pauper?
Art on being/becoming a leatherneck: "They beat me up for 12 weeks, then told me "Don't do anything wrong!" And I didn't, for 4 years."
I was referring to the hostility some at FR express toward hospices. They call them death camps. They claim people are being murdered there. They don't think anyone should decide even for himself whether to continue medical treatment for a terminal condition. That Mr. Buchwald has made such choices for himself would offend them. They might prefer that the government intervene to force treatment upon him. Does any of this sound familiar to you, as one of the voices of reason on this topic?
I loved this man's humor back in the late 60's and early 70's.
When we vacationed in Edgartrown on Martha's Vineyard back in the late 70's we often bumped into him walking down the main drag very early in the morning with that quizzical little look on his face and something sweet to eat.
This man is and was just a funny little wonder for the world.
Love from here to Art Buchwald.
Maybe its your mind thats "working".
Cheer up! Some would not understand empathize with your melancholia. For example: "I cannot conceive of a God with a will of the kind we experience in ourselves. Neither can I, nor would I want to, conceive of an individual who survives his own death. Let feeble souls, from fear or absurd egoism, cherish such thoughts. I am satisfied with mystery of the eternity of life, with a glimpse of the marvelous structure of the existing world, together with a devoted striving to comprehend a portion, be it ever so tiny, of the Reason that manifests itself in nature." -- A. Einstein, 1931. Actually, Einstein thought of the "traditional afterlife" as a prison (and seemed very pleased not to believe in it in the traditional sense). I got the same feeling reading Siddhartha - that Herman Hesse himself was sad for those who saw themselves alive forever. Either way, there's plenty to be sad about here and now on Earth. So perhaps my suggestion to "cheer up" was untimely. Naahhhh - cheer up!
Is this guy still going? Good luck to him and I hope he makes it.
RIP Art Buchwald
My Mom lived with us when she started her dialysis. Her life orbited around those three day a week treatments. The clinic day was pretty much down time for her. Then, her diet had to be controlled as to limit, Potassium, Sodium, and Calcium, which eliminated about %80 of her customary diet items. Liquids had to be controlled or else risk accumulation of fluid in the lungs. The regimen was a constant battle for her and her quality of life wasn't near as good as when here kidneys we functioning. In view of this, I could not find any fault in Art's decision to fore go dialysis.
Disclaimer: Opinions posted on Free Republic are those of the individual posters and do not necessarily represent the opinion of Free Republic or its management. All materials posted herein are protected by copyright law and the exemption for fair use of copyrighted works.