Sunday, January 15, 2012
Dear Bob,
It’s been a while since I have written to you, and I want to remedy that. I started this letter in my head, while I was walking my dog early this afternoon. It was our first long walk since I returned from Guatemala, and allowed me some “think” time. I wanted you to know that you have been in my thoughts, and my prayers, even while I was viewing Mayan ruins, or in the depths of the jungle.
You might smile at the image of me in the jungle—no hot water, no roads, electricity provided by generator from 5 pm to 10 pm only. Sharing a rustic cabin with a shy woman from Hightstown, returning to our cabin after dinner (the food WAS surprisingly good!) by flashlight to find another tenant in the room—a large black spider, on the netting over the bed. Nancy, the heroine, takes her shoe to whack him—much to my roommate’s horror. She, the shy one, found a cup and a piece of paper and trapped him in the plastic cup. My role was to open the door so she could put him outside safe and unharmed. We repeated this procedure each of the three nights we were there! And each of the spiders was large and different!
Now I learn from Tracy’s call that you are already with the angels. Perhaps even so, you will know I was thinking of you, and wishing you well, and Godspeed. Look for Don when you get to Heaven. He’ll be glad to see you. Perhaps you can even play some golf. I know his spirit would appreciate your company. Give him a hug for me, and have a good game.
In Heaven, the sun is always shining, and the wind is always on your back.
Goodbye, my friend…
Love,
Nancy
