Letters to Tuvia #15: September 8, 2015

Evening T,

I spent the day floating in my head again but as a physical force I was on fire for the first time since you left us.  Today, on Marla’s first day of school, I joined the daily walk around Eville.  My legs remembered when I was  once obsessed with jogging and I was back on my route in sandals, moving leisurely with a pair that made my life in our town richer when as young newly weds, they settled in the ville and soon shared two kids with me.

As Marla left for school, I took a shower,  gathered up my things, said my goodbyes to Jeff  and I was off to Rockland, to my apartment, ready to work with Dana to reclaim it after 2 years of just visiting.  I hoped that with Dana’s organization and focus we could conquer the “stuff” of three closets.

I know you’re grinning.

We began by 10:30 and finished at 3 with just a short break for lunch.  One after the next, we were filling garbage bags for Goodwill, Marla, Dana and well garbage.  12 bags and all three closets fresh.

What a great pleasure to finish the day physically exhausted even if I was still mentally floating without your voice to anchor me.

No, I couldn’t make that call as I left the complex to let you know I was my the way home so you could get ready to join me for dinner and drinks out to celebrate.

I’m missing your voice T-missing it big time,

Bonnie S.

5 thoughts

  1. Of course…I remember that voice coming through your phone as we headed back to Paramus after a day of PD at New Paltz or Vassar. Good to talk to you tonight and make plans for this weekend.

  2. The powerful love and commitment you shared is so evident in this post. Somehow, someway, your words and thoughts are reaching Tuvia as you share them through cyberspace. Your words are also impacting all who are reading as you write of the power of love….so powerful.

  3. It’s such a privilege to get to know Tuvia through these absolutely beautiful letters. Wishing you peace and comfort, Bonnie. Congratulations on the clean closets!

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