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,