Tuesday, June 20, 2017
Easter Sunday, 1976 Jim took me to his parent's house for the first time. The Big Interview. Everyone was cordial even if they thought that their son was temporarily deranged. We were not engaged yet, it was a new thing.
As time passed and they all got used to me, I came to understand that I was being judged against the last serious relationship Jim was in, his high school sweetie, Barbara. Roz and Jim's mother Eleanor were the first to make me feel welcome.
Barb connected over the years in a tenuous way - Christmas cards and the rare holiday phone call - and after Jimmy passed, she reached out to me on FB and offered a kindness and support that helped on the darkest days. We had never met in person until we made a point of doing so recently while she and her husband were here in the area for a wedding. Thank you for your tireless compassion, my friend.