This past weekend, I went up to
When we talked a few weeks ago, and I said that I would come up to visit, he said that he was going to make dinner reservations, so I asked him not to go to any special trouble for my visit.
His sarcastic reply, typical of Eric, was:
“OK, well, right--we may water you, and we might let you out for some sunshine, but you’re right—we probably won’t plan on feeding you.”
(You would think that after 31 years, I would have anticipated such a reply.)
When I arrived, on my bed was a sweet card from his wife, a book about
This visit, we had wonderful meals, ate outdoors, went to a creative, artsy shop that he knew I would enjoy, and just talked and relaxed. He watched as I tried, (and failed,) several times, to sketch my gift, but he offered encouragement as he always does.
And as usual, when he dropped me off at the airport, I welled up—I happen to be extremely sentimental when it comes to Eric. I will hear from him often in emails and phone calls, but I won’t see him again for some time, with my wacky work schedule, so I’ll cherish each visit and remember it with fondness.
“You don’t really understand human nature unless you know why a child on a merry-go-round will wave at his parents every time around—and why his parents will always wave back.” (-William D Tammeus)