Last year was tough. A decade is a solid block of time. Notthat eleven years is any lighter, but doesn’t have the same psychic weight.
We continue living a day at a time, often getting stopped inour tracks by music, a line from a movie, a reference overheard. All bring backmemories of Robbie.
Time certainly helps, but will never erase the pain andsense of loss.
For whatever reason, this year I have watched peers and friends lose spouses and I offer whatever comfort and experience I can from a distance. We’re also at that stage of life where we’re all watching members of the older generation disappear. Our parents are aging, others passing away, so the presence of death feels stronger these days than in the past.
None of which dims the bright memories of Robbie. His buoyantspirit and the pleasure he gave others with his antics. He knew how to make themost of a moment, leaving an indelible impression on all who knew him,
As legacies go, it’s not a bad one. But I’d trade it all to have him back.