Letters to Tuvia #51: Taking on Ghosts (10-17-15)

Morning T,

I’m off today for the first HVWP Saturday Seminar at New Paltz.  I have a small window to write, shower, grab breakfast, collect my camera gear and head out.  Remember how I used to try and sneak out quietly so that you would not wake up with me? That rarely worked.   Usually, by the time I was showering, you were right with me washing up in your bathroom and then meeting me in the kitchen for your first cup of coffee just to keep me company.  If you wanted to join me today, I would not hold you back.

Yesterday I took on some ghosts that I’ve been avoiding.  Up early, I dressed for the gym and got there and pumped hard on the stair master.   A celebration just for me complete with balloons!!!  I loved being back in groove.

Next up, Shoprite.  I teared up from the moment I grabbed a shopping cart.  Imagine, Shoprite filled with ghosts.  But here I took over many responsibilities for you.  This was your place for years and soon it was mine to pick up your meds, find lunch that you might find interesting,and then do for a major shopping.  I loved my routine- gym first then groceries, then home to you.  Yesterday it was all for me, sadly.

The rest of the day I was back at the house, waiting for the LazyBoy guy to arrive and fix the new chair.  He was unusually prompt and knowledgeable, ordering just the right part and leaving it almost fixed.

I was probably in the house longer than I should have been – the silence was deafening and time moved slowly and I gave into the sadness.  Something pulled me out of my chair and I took on the project of moving my summer wardrobe into one of your closets.  That’s right, the one in your office.  The one you were always afraid I might take for my own.  I just moved your clothes to one side and took just haft.  Seems fair right? I cleared away some shelves and filled garbage bags with junk.  Yes, I know you’re smiling.

By 5:00 I was up and out headed to pick up just the perfect cake for Leora and then dinner at Ron’s.  The day was hard, but the evening was spectacular.  Ron hosted our Friday night dinner with salmon and veggies- great job!!!!! You would have been proud and enjoyed it right with me.  It was fun to have Sivan (Gadi’s son) with us from California.  I’m loving it when you  family  starts to reminisce. Ron and Leora sweetly walked me out to my car and Ron made sure to claim next Friday night for another dinner of hosting.  I will bring the dessert but hope to take up the hosting reigns soon.  Dinner with the Rosenbergs continues. YAY!

I’ll miss seeing my dad this weekend but I need to be back in the HVWP community today.

Love you T. Wish you were here with me in the darkness,

Bonnie S.


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