The heart remembers.thinking of Geri Stewart

Today I heard your health is fragile. You must be up in years by now. It's been so long since we last met. It was in your kitchen, the snow flying in the dark air outside. Cindy walked over with her baby Nora bundled warmly papoose style against her body.  I'd driven down to Oberlin to say hello and goodbye as I began a new adventure, driving across the country to begin anew in L.A.  I didn't know if I'd see you again, and so wanted to see the new baby and feel the joy that always came with being in your home.
You were always so kind to me and my son; two strangers welcomed like family. There was a feeling of acceptance, and a quiet comfort I had never found anywhere else....
I remember when my little boy admired the crystals in your chandelier, and you asked him to select a few for his own; treasures he had never imagined...He always called them his diamonds. I don't know what became of the diamonds, but the treasures I carried from your home are with me still; in my heart and on my mind.
I am thinking of you and hoping you will be surrounded by the loving arms of your family through all your days.

Happy New Year from our home to yours. First day. First blog...I guess introductions are in order.  There's me. And, Jack. And Roxi. 3 boys. mostly out of the house 'cept for one who's home for the holidays, and still in bed like the dog, who needs to go out for a walk. The dog, not the boy.