This first memory was conjured up because of the beautiful fall day today...Beautiful, but sometimes fall can make me feel, as Gavin would say, "achy."
It was the day that Becca left for Auburn. well, I can't really remember if it was the actual day she left, or at some point during the time that mom and dad were away taking her. I was staying with the Gilmans i think. I was wearing my purple basketball t-shirt and heading to the Festival of the Arts in the back of the Gilman's fifteen passenger van. I remember Cassie trying to talk to me about what boys did i think would be at the Festival...(which was most definitely the social highlight of the year for us at that point in life.) Anyways, it is a bit of a sad image because i remember so vividly turning my head toward the window, and trying to hide the fact that i was crying. It was the time of day, four or five in the afternoon, in which the lighting has always felt very meloncholy to me. I remember feeling so isolated, and resenting all my friends who wouldn't care. Sad day. Hopefully these all won't be sad.
I always felt so loved during those college years--your notes, special gestures, your lying in front of the door on Sunday afternoons before I left......I may have taken it for granted at times back then, but they are cherished memories for me now. BTW, where IS the purple basketball T?
ReplyDeleteP.S. Right about the time you were hiding your face in the van, Mama and I were wailing, and I do mean ugly-crying, in the Spooner's driveway.