Another cherished memory
I still remember leaving Phoebe’s, bound for Epoch West.. as I hit the rockies, the sun was coming up and I put the Forrest Gump Suite in the deck.
It was a perfect moment. The sunrise, the trees, the music, the sense of freedom and adventure.
I miss you, Phoebe. I will never know if what happened was in my head or in the real world. Maybe no one ever knows.
I miss you even more, Vicky. One of my deepest hopes is that you will someday know what you gave me. I also really, really hope it didn’t hurt you too much. But having been someone else’s other side in that set of conversations, I now have the idea that it didn’t hurt you as much as it helped me. The old Callahan’s thing.. shared pain is pain lessoned, shared joy is joy increased.. Spider was writing about real truth.