tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168060824923135750.post1314870247912981195..comments2023-06-07T08:32:07.113-07:00Comments on Agrarian Ideas for a Developing World: Third World Green Daddy 73: A brave new worldUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168060824923135750.post-66516843410718008542018-06-11T14:20:04.375-07:002018-06-11T14:20:04.375-07:00Greg,
I was moved reading this, just like I was m...Greg,<br /><br />I was moved reading this, just like I was moved intensely at Bonnie's funeral. It's still very odd to me to think about the house on Wilton without her in it. Yes, she still inhabits the space (in a way), because of her remarkable legacy of love and kindness. Yet, I think all of us in your circle of friends spent so much time there as kids, adolescents, and young adults, we just perhaps got conditioned to think that she'd always be there, always ready to ask us what we were up to and offering up a milkshake and snack. <br /><br />I'm so very glad she was able to meet both of my boys. And I have maybe a couple of ounces of regret that I didn't do more to see her in the last few months before we left Chicago.<br /><br />Even now, I can very acutely hear her laugh when you'd say something bawdy while you, me, Chidi or Dru or Travis would be hanging out at the house in the dining room or by the fireplace. I can still picture her very clearly holding court downstairs at one of the Christmas parties and welcoming me inside so I could go upstairs. I recall with great fondness how she'd chuckle with delight at that night's box of white wine.<br /><br />I miss her. As I know you, Caro, and the boys do.<br /><br />-Mike<br /><br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com