I thought about Mom tonight. She must feel as though she is losing her mooring. She fears being cast adrift once Dad is gone. He has been her constant companion and caretaker for nearly 60 years. The only time they separated was when she took us children to America on her own thirty years ago. But then, she knew that somehow Dad would make it out of Vietnam and join her eventually. I remember at the refugee camp in Guam, everyday she would wait for the bus bringing the new arrivals. She scanned the faces of the new refugees, hoping to find Dad, or someone she knew whom she could ask for news of him. Most of the time nobody had any reliable information to tell her, but she never wavered in her belief that he would find his way to her, which he did miraculously. And now he is really leaving her. I don’t know whose anguish is greater, the one leaving or the one left behind.
Spent a lovely evening at Vanessa and Simon’s. The kids made pizza. Vanessa introduced us to Carolyn, who is lovely. She is opening a shop/gallery in Greenpoint in a couple of weeks. Best of luck to Carolyn’s and Vanessa’s projects.