Sorry I haven’t written lately. I’ve been thinking about you all the time. We had a hurricane move through, followed by a tropical storm. I thought about our flight from Agnes. It’s funny what you grab when you have to race for higher ground. After we knew the pets were safely settled in the car at the top of the hill, you and I had to make our decisions. What to take? You grabbed your entrance papers to Penn State and I grabbed my guitar and shampoo.
It was a little disconcerting that, with the dog and the rabbit in the back of the car, there was no room for us. You and I had to wait at a neighbor’s house.
The 10th year anniversary of 9/11 made me think back to conversations you and I had at the time. You were in CA and I was in PA. I remember the panic attacks I had when I couldn’t reach you. I knew you were mid-travel, but I didn’t know where. So on the 10th anniversary, every time I saw a flag at half mast, I got a panic attack. Oy.
I guess you know about Facebook. I think it was starting when you were alive. It’s been great reconnecting with people I knew as we were growing up. There’s something bittersweet about it as well. There are some strange interactions that take place. Some make you remember fondly some incident from the past. Some make you wonder what the hell happened in the intervening years.
I guess I can say the same thing when I think of you. What the hell happened?
I love you, my brother.