only once before have i burst into tears upon the words, we are now entering our final descent into the new york jfk area. the first was at end of the grueling 17 hour flight from johannesburg after six months on the continent. the second was last night.
california in january is all poppies, tropical trees in bloom, a wild-eyed slap in the face to a hardened winterer. fresh air, too, though, and much needed. i have always returned to california when i am in need of recharging. although the new york city water might be a cut above, hetch hetchy tastes like home. so thank you to all of you for helping with the recharge; for all the love underneath the redwood beams of the reborn sanctuary, for burritos and beatles in the mission, and for the everlasting dedication of family.
my grandfather, despite the circumstances, is doing well. he’s the strong midwestern type and i’ll leave the details of his decline to those who know him. on our final evening together, i asked him if we had any unfinished business to discuss. no, he said, and i agreed, and i know there are not many family members who can say goodbye to each other that way. as he begins his final descent, the only unfinished business i can imagine is if i will ever find anyone who will love me so unconditionally.
