Good Morning, God!
A New Day — a day of Goodbyes — a day of Greetings — as I fly from LA to Tucson. I am both sad to be leaving Suzy and eager to be seeing Sandy.
How FULL our hearts can be.
Yesterday, having completed our last errand, Suzanne and I drove up to Granada Hills to visit our old neighborhood. What a Step Back in Time!
We walked around Zola Street — our cul-de- sac where everyone had bought the houses as new — and named all our neighbors. We walked around remembering the people, stories and details from our time there. Then, we walked, as Suzy had done every school day, to Van Gogh Elementary School. After that we walked up the street to where Suzy’s best friend had lived.
At that point a man came out of his house asking if we had seen the eclipse. We had not. But, we enjoyed his description of the crescent shapes he had seen in the shadows. He was full of excitement and we got to talking. He had bought a house that belonged to a friend of ours, and was full of stories. He had bought it just before the Northridge Earthquake, and we had been in the earlier Sylmar Earthquake in the same area, so we shared stories. Shared Traumas seem to make for instant connections, God.
Sharing memories — as Suzy and I did — definitely strengthens connections. I’m so thankful, God, for being able to make this trip with Suzy, back in time.