I know you don’t really understand this virtual community- Facebook, Twitter,blogs, but I’m going to share a note I got last night from my friend Beth from the U of Maryland Writing Project:
Dear Bonnie, I just wanted you to know how deeply moved I am by your sharing your love and grief through your letters to Tuvia. I feel like you are a wonderful teacher leading us all to a better understanding of how to grieve and be present and true and honest about loss. Thank you for your example. I regularly read and think about what you are expressing, and I feel like I am learning from you how I would want to live with my loss. I hope that makes sense. I just wanted you to know that your writing is a source of solace and comfort to others, as well.
I know you a much more private person than I am, but you have to appreciate the wonderful support I’m getting from friends who read these letters to you and respond. Writing has been so therapeutic for me as the writer. There’s are kernels of thoughts in my head but once I start writing, those kernels seem to explode and expand on the page. The power of writing for me, for kids. The Writing Project has it right. Exercising my writing muscle every day is anchoring me, keeping me “sane”. I wonder sometimes if I should be keep these letters private but then I get a response, like the beautiful one above from Beth, and I’m supported, fueled to continue. Shout out to my community!!!!!! Writers need readers!
Yesterday was filled with activity and friends. I was up and out for another workout at the gym and then a visit to the Apple store to work on your videos. Their 30 minute sessions are just not enough time, but I got a sense of what I needed to do. I can continue on my own.
I headed for my apartment, played my guitar, enjoyed my space, teared up a bit and surprise- Chris Carley, visiting from LA, sent me a text, hoping I could meet up with him. SURE!!!! It was easiest to see him at the Mall- coffee and Chris! I don’t remember the last time we were sitting across from each other but there we were in an empty Barnes and Noble taking full advantage of the quiet. What a pleasure it’s been to see him grow up from a scrappy 8th grader- a passionate, independent, theater lover and now in the 30’s: a husband, dad, still in the “business” as a professional. I’m so proud of him and glad it matters to him to find time for me on his short visit to New York. Fingers crossed that he’ll move back home one day soon.
At 6 he dropped me off at the movies and Bonnie arrived to see The Martian with me and then grab dinner to catch up and make sense of the good space flick. So good to have a friend just down the road. Book buds, yes, but so much more over our years of meeting up to talk books and life.
It was a good day with chats from family- Rick and Ami and Ron. It was a good day that I often reached for my phone to share with you. No matter how busy I seem to be, you are always just under the surface, waiting for me.
Today will be filled with activity and friends as well. It will be almost good. Almost good.
Miss you T,