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Beautiful! Love your new “graphic blog” format!
Thanks so much, Meem!
This is beautiful Susie. I hope you are doing well.
Thanks so much, Peggy. Hope the same for you.
This was outstanding!!! The photos fit so perfectly with your writing. I loved it X3.
Thanks so much, Judy!
That was lovely!
We used to go on Sunday drives, too, when I was a kid. Often ended up at Natl. Airport (where my parents would often bump into someone they knew – how things have changed!) and definitely always had ice cream.
I miss my dad, too, especially this time of year when I hear news about the Broncos. How lucky you are to live so close to your mom!
I think Sunday driving was a thing when we were kids. The roads were so much less crowded, and it was more of a novelty then. I miss it. Amazing that you ran into people you knew at the airport! Thanks so much for your comment! love, s.
What a beautifuil message enhanced by those fabulous photos! My eyes teared when I read about the man on the ferry paying for your fare – he must have sensed something in you and Barbara that touched him. I hope you will continue your blog. Look forward to seeing you both soon.
Thanks so much, Eileen. Finding out that the guy behind us had paid our fare was a beautiful gift. I think it was more a reflection of his own kind nature than any feeling about us – he was a lovely person, generous in all his responses to my questions – but from our standpoint, it felt magical, like so many other aspects of the afternoon. Thanks so much for writing. Hope to see you soon. Love to you both.
Susie: I’ve missed you. How fabulous that you returned with a new format that brought oohs and aahs from me. Your mother looks as charming as ever. And please accept my sympathy on the loss of your father. It is so difficult to lose a parent, even when logic would say that it is time.
Thanks so much, Matilda. I was so happy to chance upon this format. We’ll see what it yields in the future. And you’re right – Mom is amazing. To be able to have these experiences with her is a profound gift. It’s also such a truth, as you say so well, that logic is no match for emotional loss. So good to hear from you. All my best.
Susie, I feel like I tagged along with you on this lovely adventure! You captured it beautifully. Thanks so much for sharing it with us. And yes, we do love Walter!!!
Thanks so much, Janie. In many ways, I feel as if you were with us. That was one of the things Mom & I kept saying to each other as each moment unfolded – how we wished our whole loving circle had been able to be there with us to share this amazing experience. Throughout the afternoon, I kept hearing Dad’s voice in my head, responding to each serendipitous event: “Astounding! Amazing! Terrific!” Happy and sad, all at once, together. Thanks so much for writing. Much love.
Susie, this is just beautiful. I LOVE that you saw the tribute to Walt at the movie theater. That’s a sign that he was with you and your Mom if there ever was one. I hope to see you again soon.
Thanks so much, Lisa. As my friend Jen said to me, the marquee sign felt like a message from the universe. Hope to see you soon, too. Love, s.
Thank you, Susie. We,too, used to take the kids for rides like yours. What lovely memories to have.