This year marks the 10th anniversary of our aloneness. While not perfect--who is?--Waldo/Daddy/Pappy filled a void in our lives where consistency ruled. I have felt untethered for the last decade, going through the motions to keep it all running, but without purpose. Perhaps it is too much to ascribe a sense of purpose to ALWS, much as it is to pretend a cat does what it does with a world (or at least household) domination agenda, but it seemed that way when Pappy sat in the high castle. True, his primary motivations were to walk on the beach whenever he could and to ski once a year...let's not forget the full moon views on the porch and the evening martinis...but he seemed to have gravitas. All I do to keep the Center running and the other jobs seem pale imitations of the weighty decisions he made and the responsibility he bore. He had 4 grandchildren, and I have 9, so I don't know if my efforts are merely more diffused. In any case, I look forward to the day when he and I can kick back together and share stories over a cold beer and a vodka martini. They have that stuff in heaven, don't they?
13 years ago
