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From:  fabulist |
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January 22nd, 2007 10:50 pm (UTC)
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You know, I thought of the image of Billy sitting at the top of those steps with Bob every time I went up and down there, trying to pack up a whole life with the love and care that it deserved, and I never felt it more than the moment when I stood in that same spot, staring up into the sunshine as a whole squadron of beautiful old DC-3s flew out of the blue. My grandmother used to tell us about the first time she ever saw airplanes, flying low over the scraggly woods in Colgate Creek, and how she ran, screaming, "Mama! There are angels up there!" I stood in the same spot, watching angels, and they've been circling me ever since. Don't ever forget how lucky you are, Terry. I know I won't.
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From: fabulist |
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January 23rd, 2007 03:20 am (UTC)
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It's less a balance than a canceling out, if you put the two against each other. Be happy, as happy as you were, and celebrate what he brought to you, and what he brought out in you, and be the man he found in you, and be sad, too, and mourn and remember and feel as deeply as you learned to feel because he believed there was more to you than what you thought there was.
Billy was right about you, Terry, in all the best ways.
Don't forget that, now or ever.
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