Jeremy talked me into driving home to Maryland with him after our guests honoring Peter departed Thursday night. It was the right decision.
We were on the road at 8:00 pm, Jeremy and I in the front seat, and Seth and Lenny, a former neighbor and good friend, in back. We dropped Lenny at the New Haven, Connecticut train station where he had parked his car and Seth in Jackson Heights, New York where he lives when he is not in Brazil. We stopped in Short Hills, New Jersey at 1:00 a.m. A good friend of Jeremy’s had left the door unlocked and warm chocolate chip cookies in our guest room. We were in Maryland by the early afternoon on Friday.
On Saturday I watched our grandson Grady kick off at his junior varsity football game, tears in my eyes because Peter would have loved it. I have watched his brother in the goal at two varsity soccer games so far.
I will fly home soon to a life without Peter, holding the love and support of those who had the privilege of knowing him.
(I am gratified beyond words at the outpouring of sympathy from “80-something” readers. Thank you for continuing with me on this journey,)