We’re not all still around but I like to think of us as still together.
This was a good day, reunited after chaotic separations, rough seas, relocated suddenly to Sausalito from Santa Fe. I like these guys despite all the strains, each of us needful in big ways, father included. In my mid-70s, Dad and Rob gone, I still feel close. I’m ashamed of my bullying, self-centered ways but hope that one day, ignoring any uneven scores, there will be forgiveness all around.
Here’s the sillier side of it, maybe. It’s a birthday card from a partner 21 years ago. She included a great message for the moment but it also makes me think of the Robertson boys. We laughed a lot and made our own way.
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