Bob and I are writing a letter that will be sent to his clients announcing his return to work. It is harder than I had ever thought about. In fact, I didn't think it would be hard at all.
The reason it is hard is because, when we reread it for proofing, Bob cries. It is so heart-felt and personal, he gets emotion, then, I get choked up. We made a list of what he wanted to include in the letter. I left to tutor. When I returned, Bob finished writing a paragraph. He read it to me. His voice cracked in a few places. At the end, he began to cry saying while tapping on his chest where his heart would be saying, "What I wrote was from inside."
Bob's also reminding me of how well he writes. I did some brainstorming of what words might be used in his letter. I had the thesaurus out listing synonyms for words that might be used. Ha! Forget my ideas. Bob wrote it his way. It was better than I could have ever written. Who's the writer in the family?
Bob's memory was great all day, until bedtime. For some reason, the new addition throws him off guard. He thinks our bedroom is still on the second floor. When I tell him where it is, he doesn't know how to get there. During the day, though, he remembers. The brain is amazing, but confusing.
Reminder: One-year celebration, May 29th at United Methodist Church, 1771 W. Harvard Ave, Roseburg, Oregon, 2-4pm.
Fireside sing-a-long, 2147 SE Lois St., Roseburg, Oregon, 7pm (BYOB and lawn chairs)
Donations for Bob's continued recovery: Bob Pirie Fund, Umpqua Bank, Main Street, Roseburg, Oregon, 97470, Attn: Caryn Martin
Bob and Jan
Christmas Eve
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