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I spoke to him for a long time, though he didn’t answer. I don’t know if he heard me, but I like to imagine that I helped him walk over the last ridge toward the shore, the most difficult one. I reminded him about who was standing beside him at this final, most difficult step, wishing him well and thanking him for our enriched lives because of his passion and generosity. I thanked him profusely for the life he gave my brother and I,ugg boots, one filled with magic and laughter and art and books, and a tiny little house which seemed a fairy kingdom full of rich surprise and grew to accommodate the huge life within. He sacrificed himself for us, for all of us: my brother and I were at the top of his list,Nike Air Force 1, followed by his students and co-workers and friends, and lastly whatever remained of his energy and heart he gave to his art, and struggled at times to find any place to fit it in.
I told him that my husband and I watched his grandson Milo tumbling and swinging on a trapeze at a performance during his last day of camp earlier in the afternoon. Later Milo lost his first tooth which had been hanging by a thread for some time, and then he read my husband and I an excerpt about suspension bridges from a book called “How Things Work.” As a result I learned that the longest suspension bridge was in Japan and was almost two and a half miles long; I marveled that Dad lives on in his grandson, this little sweet, funny boy who is as voracious a reader as he, and likely to put my brother and I to shame in the brains department.