My anticipation of this day was worse, much worse, than actually getting through the day. It would have been our ninth anniversary. I filled the day with activities, ending with a wonderful dinner out with our cousin in Sausalito. And now I don't have to face it for another year.
I leave for New York tomorrow. I'm planning to get together with a group of friends in Central Park this Sunday at 1:00 for a little potluck picnic. We'll be at Shakespeare's Garden on the west side of the park for anyone who might be in the city. I wanted to do something in Joshua's memory for our friends there but didn't have it in me to do an actual service of any sort. Central Park was, as I've said before, Joshua's favorite place to run. We spent many a Sunday afternoon there, going for a run and sitting with sandwiches from a nearby deli and the New York Times.
It turns out that Sunday, the 21st, will also mark four months since Joshua's passing. I look forward to the time when that monthly marker doesn't bring me to tears. One of those instances when I'm humming along just fine, enjoying life, and then boom! I fixate on the date and what it signifies. It will be even better now to be spending the day with friends in a beautiful place in a wonderful city.
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Laura Lee! Your godmother is still reading and still knowing that you and your mother are the bravest people I know! I've told your mom to write a book on this mac she seems to have conquered - do a couple of chapters yourself?! I am so proud to know both of you!
Love,
mjb
Hi Laura, I'm still reading too, and thinking of you--hope you'll write about NY. F still in India, and he sends me these funny emails and as I just wrote him, the one person who would MOST enjoy them would be Josh, and it's so hard not to be able to share them with him, even though I'm not on this trip, I'm "sharing" it with F, and it's the first one we haven't shared with Josh. I have your anniversary written down too in my book. We send all our love. N and F
Sweet Laura!
I'd hoped to meet you in the city, but "man plans...."
My thoughts touch on you every day; and my mala knows your name.
Love always,
Willa
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