Letters to Tuvia #32 September 28,2015 Waves Roll In and Out

Morning T,

I made it through the night, almost.  Probably the most sleep in months although I don’t feel freshened. Patience, I know.

As for Sunday in Hoboken, it was good to be there with our family.  A morning of lounging, watching the kids enjoy their friends and read.

By noon we were headed out to the Hoboken street fair.  I enjoyed the light crowds building on Washington.  Lots of booths filled with cheap jewelry and toys that the kids couldn’t wait to examine.  I only got excited about a guy with a furniture booth and a side street filled with electric BMWs.  Talking with a passionate  salesman who stayed with us for 30 minutes sharing the benefits of the new technologies,  Ami is so ready to jump in.  Not me, not yet.  I miss my Prius.

The walking was good but as the crowds grew and the strolling slowed and Ami and Adi, just a bit ahead grabbed hands as they moved closer together.  My hand reached out into the empty air and you didn’t grab it in yours and slowly a wave began to cover me. We have history here and images flooded in.   By the time we were walking back to the apartment I was in tears wondering if I should just pack up and head for home.   But there was time to just sit quietly and take on the emptiness in the quiet of the apartment before the kids returned.

Ami and Adi pushed me to stay for barbecue under the lunar eclipse in the backyard.  By the time kid energy filled the house, I felt better.

Back in my car, without much traffic to fight, I was back in the house in 30minutes and mostly okay.

Mostly okay T,  mostly okay as a new week begins,

Bonnie S.

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