I hope you're at peace....at the sea
I was in an uber the other day. Heading down to meet Jason
at a concert. It was hot and he didn’t turn the AC on. I just about zonked out
cause of the heat and the monotony of the ride. I remember taking that same
route so many times to go to DC for “work”. I think about all the time I spent
down there which inevitably was a waste of my time for the most part. Aside
from meeting a few good people, not the best use of time. I remember that I would
typically get a text from you either before I left or when I woke up in DC
hours later. Always have a safe trip. Call me later. Always caring about me getting
there safely. This past weekend was full of a lot of emotions. We passed you on
to the sea. While I know it only has part of you, I truly know you are with God….and
are one of his busiest angels. It has been somewhat fallish here with the temps
in the 70’s and even 60’s. It’s relaxing. Windows open. I can imagine you, as
you did so many falls, cracking the windows open to give the house a nice, deep
clean. That house never once smelled. We were so lucky to have someone that
maintained such a clean house. I think it’s important to try and do that. We
all said something on the boat last Saturday. I thanked your sister and Colleen
for being there. It was tough to get through because I can’t really imagine you
being gone forever, but you are and obviously irreplaceable. I said to Beth that
you are missing out on so many things and so many people that you loved and
loved you. Malin’s graduation and her going off to the Navy. The Navy!!!! You
definitely would’ve comforted Beth in this time of Malin being away. I can’t
even imagine how much fun you would’ve had with Lisa and the kids at the rental
and maybe me at Brigantine and the food trucks and we were probably due for a
trip to Newport….alas it was not to be. I dream many times that I am there.
Especially after I see a beautiful picture from one of the IG accounts I
follow. I imagine you in all the places that brought you beauty, love and
support. I imagine that is what Heaven is….we get to be where our heart is
filled the most with love. I haven’t been back to the house really at all this
year. I will leave those memories there. I want to remember so many great
memories we made in other places. I haven’t really been able to stay down the
shore overnight. I am still working on that. Everyone, for the most part, are
healthy. We had dinner at Clancy’s by the Bay before we got on the boat. That
thing was rocking like crazy on our way out. We definitely saw some signs. A seagull,
the orb, the beautiful sunset. It was a nice day. Hopefully we can do it every
year and expand the invite list. It’s a nice day and quite simple to really
make happen. Chrissy put out the money for it and I am thankful to her for doing
it. Some laughs, some tears, and all things in between. Lam said she had regretted
not spending as much time with you as she could have. I have dealt with that
guilt myself, but then, in retrospect, I realize there are kids that leave at
18-22 and don’t return home unless someone dies. Or they are just different
than their parents and have no desire to cultivate a relationship. I said to
Lam, “remember that trip to DC you guys made to see me…that was three whole
days…72 hours….you break that out and that’s like 72 lunches or dinners….” That’s
the only way I can really know that we loved being around you. So much energy
and positivity to be around anyone. Just loving being around people. That’s
probably why you liked the deli/bakery/supermarket gig, there was always
someone to vibe off of. Either customers or your fellow employees. I would give
a million dollars to hear you say, “How are youuuuuu?” or call Nicole “baby
girl”….such small things that were so YOU. My windows are open today. This week
was much harder than I expected. I just didn’t get much accomplished and by
that I mean personal stuff not work. Work isn’t really at all fulfilling and
just going through the motions. Then again, think that’s what most are doing
during the summer. I felt like you were sending me some good vibes though cause
I have been getting a lot of love on the career front, but you know the deal.
Ha. The other day I went up to see Ace and Kane. You would be so happy to see
how much they’ve grown in just the year. When I showed Ace a picture of you
holding him, he said, “that’s my grandmom…” I almost fell out of my seat cause
he said it so clear and without any prodding. I would’ve said, “that’s Nonna….”
He said grandmom. I couldn’t believe it. I am SO ready for some good changes.
The fortune cookie was a good sign. There have been some good changes. Still
looking at houses. I feel like you. You’d probably be sending me a house an
hour. Well, into my 8 hours at the fun factory. One thing I do regret is
spending time focused on things at work. I realize that these things, while relevant
in the moment, become absolutely irrelevant like a month later. And by
irrelevant I mean they don’t even matter. I know you always wanted me to do
something I loved doing….and I will get there. Just gotta save a few more
pennies. We miss you Mom.
I said this to Nancy Franks the other day…who, by the way,
has been nothing short of amazing during the whole time. Always telling me how
much she loved you and the kids. She misses seeing you come up the alley and
waving. I can’t even imagine how many times she may replay that and it’s only
now a memory. I often times have a vision of you two hamming it up in the alley
and laughing and joking and I show up and she’s always so funny, “look at this
handsome boy…Bobby Malin….” I can hear it in my head 1,000 times over. A heart
of gold. In tragedy we have bonded and I am grateful for that. I said to Nancy,
“And we may not have her “here” in the future, but we know we always had her
here in the past…and that gives us guidance and love for the rest of our days….”
Miss you Mom. I hope wherever you are, you realize we miss
you so much, but that you are dancing and filled with love and joy over all the
good you left down here.
Bobby
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