Today was the 10th Sunday in June that happened to be a Father’s Day in this house. When we first moved in, Natalie had just turned 8, and David was 11.
To ring in this Father’s Day, Andi gave me a gift of the Bonnie Light Horseman record on vinyl, gorgeous most soundtrack of quarantine and a card from Bruno thanking me for the pond I bought for him. The K’s came over in the morning and the rest of the day was farewell-for-now rounds with the Gorga’s. Each goodbye was sad if you let it, and we mostly chose to avoid, though I’ll not forget saying goodbye to Ron and Deb, tearful and from a distance. I hope our future selves will be so frequently acquainted that today’s goodbyes look like unnecessary drama.
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