Letters to Tuvia #23: September 16, 2015

 

Evening T,

It’s almost time for the second  Republican debate.  Would you be ready to watch Trump again in the center- the main event? It will probably be too much of a circus for you, an embarrassment.   But I’d make you sit with me and watch in the living room’s darkness for at least the first 30 minutes or until you started checking your watch every 5 minutes.  I’m going to watch with just one eye out of  curiosity, although I lost interest quickly in the 4 candidates on the bottom, during the first debate session.

You missed another  spectacular September day, and I enjoyed it as best I could on my side of the river, riding up the Newburgh to lunch with Lynn at Cosimos and then return home for a walk in Nyack with Joy and then dinner with Marie France.

Sounds like a full day right?  Sounds like I was engaged right?

Yes, I was.  Of course we talked a lot about you and how one moves forward in mourning especially with Lynn who shared her own experiences freely.  Each experience helped, but in the silence, I couldn’t stop tearing especially as I drove up and down the Thruway.

I’m missing your left hand that stretches from your side to mine and falls gently on my right  knee.

Yes, the holiday was hard without you, but it was hard today in the September sunshine and it will continue to be hard to get through each day without you by my side.

Tomorrow Ami arrives early the morning from Israel and it will be good to share our sadness face to face.

Miss you T.  Miss you Every Day!

Bonnie S.

 

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7 thoughts

  1. Good morning Bonnie, I’m back from my trip and will be slowly backing up reading your journey of life that I’ve missed the past two weeks. I thought of you often.

  2. Thanks Elyse. It’s hard but that’s what I can expect. Thanks so much for your donation. It will go to the Hebrew University Medical Center in Israel. So good to be writing and have this circle of friends.

  3. Bonnie, I only know Tuvia through your writing; yet, I know him and who he was through your words describing how he would react. You show me HOW he would react…rather than telling me about him….like the hand that falls gently on your RIGHT knee….such incredible memories you have of your relationship….treasures…for sure….

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