I'm sure you recognize Weenie's lighter. I was always fascinated by how they got his signature on that lighter and even though some of the wear and tear has occurred in the almost 27 (!) years since he died, it's somehow still comforting to know he used it ALL the time. And his signature reminds me of his letters--always such a treat to find on in the mailbox.
I remember Dad calling me at work when Weenie died. I'm not sure why he chose to call me at work when it easily could have waited a few hours. In those days, you had to toddle your way down to the main office to take a phone call--no such thing as a phone in your classroom (or your pocket). So there I am standing there in our main office taking this phone call. The news upset me very much and yet I felt I needed to maintain control. Maybe Dad didn't want me to get the news at home alone. Anyhow, it's amazing how such times stand out so clearly even years and years later. Today I take comfort in the lighter and the sock and the memories.
See you all Sunday and we'll make some of our own memories. BTW--no one has claimed the coaster. I'm beginning to think it came from the hotel in Gloucester, but I"m not apologizing for assuming it was one of you.
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