Letters to Tuvia#262: July 4th in the Ville

Evening T.

I’m back in Ellenville, devouring everything familiar.  Yesterday without a hint of  traffic, I was able to drive up on deserted highways and arrive to take my dad out to lunch, play with Eliana- who loves to say Bonnie- something about that B sound, and even nap a bit before Ronnie and Gary’s  annual barbecue that was a pleasure to attend. Always room for more, even with 45 parents, grandparents, great grand parents and so many kids, there would have been room for you too.  Judy A. would have been thrilled to share her stories of travel with you.  Instead we talked about my letters and our lives without you.

It was a warm circle, T.  You would have felt the embrace even if the hordes might have been a bit more stimulating than you could tolerate for too long but you couldn’t ask for better community.

Today we took our time to drink coffee, watch the kids eat an early breakfast and dress for the parade. Yes, my brother still dresses up as uncle Sam and marches in the parade with whatever group of kids will join him.  Good that he had his two grandchildren in the stroller.

I watched from the sidelines, right in front of Aroma Time with lots of the same crowd from the night before.  Water breaks and shade from the sun. At its end we were back at Jeff’s  with Josh, Rasha and Nas and a dinner under Josh’s supervision just perfect to come to the end of this first 4th without you.

It was good until I  run down and feel your absence.

Our Mantra: We come together, we leave together just doesn’t work anymore. .

Miss you deeply,

Bonnie S.


2 thoughts

  1. Wow, what a crowd you had. I do miss those traditions of family groups, Bonnie. My extended family is scattered, rarely do we gather. In the past, traveling to Missouri, we did, & certainly growing up I did. I know you missed Tuvia. How can you not? But being with everyone who also did must be a part of comfort that’s needed. Here’s to working hard for our country’s independence these next few months, right? Wish you had a pic of that Uncle Sam guy! Hugs to you!

  2. As I read this I’m reminded that life gets filled with lots of things to do and in between those things are spaces of longing. How could there not be those spaces? I wonder if they will grow more slight over time.

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