Friday, May 22, 2015

Saying goodbye

We went to a singer-songwriter event to hear some friends perform at Berkeley Bob's Coffee House. It was a bittersweet event because we gathered not only to listen to music, but to say goodbye to Bob's mother who passed away earlier in the week. She was in her 90s and had moved from California three years ago to live with Bob and his wife Geri.

Bob's mom came to almost every show at the coffee house until she fell ill a few weeks ago. She was a delightful person who loved music and she added to the ambiance of the place. She will be missed.

After the performance and before they turned the house lights on, I took a low-light selfie of Jilda and me.

After the show, we said our goodbyes and hit the Interstate heading south. We realized that traffic was heavy. Headlights on the highway looked like golden threads reaching into the distance. It's been a while since I've seen this much traffic on the stretch of Interstate that runs northward between our house and north Alabama.

It made more sense when we remembered that  Memorial Weekend and the holiday that kicks off summer.

I hope you all have a remarkable weekend.


  1. It was most considerate and supportive of you both to help your friend through some sadness. I reciprocate good wishes for the weekend. Photo is full of delightfully twinkling eyes.

  2. It is nice to have SWEET memories of an active senior. Oh, I had to start remembering special days, living the way we do on the road, we must be careful and have a place to stay scheduled on special days. WE also like to give the roads to the workers who have a little time off.

    Today & this weekend we remember....

  3. Loved the tribute! You two look happy and blessed!
    Yours, Roxy

  4. Both you and Jilda have described a loving way to say goodbye to a beloved person. The night must have been filled with special feelings.

  5. She lived a rich life and enjoyed it from what I read. It is nice that both of you came out to support your friend and so did others. No matter the age, it is one's mom and that is always so tough


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