On the Eve of your 21st:
I want you to know that I love you and miss you, and am very worried about your life, your future, your heart, and your soul.
I know absolutely nothing real and true about your life for the past two years, although I have certainly heard some interesting stories. Stories that you were in France, Greece, or at Harvard, none of which I have ever quite believed. Your wonderful Aunt Alex told me in June that your grandmother Nina had just come back from Cambridge to watch your graduation at Harvard. If true, that would have been wonderful news indeed, although I couldn’t imagine it was possible. Naturally, I couldn’t confirm that with Harvard—it’s not like I don’t know the Registrar’s office and a few others there. Why so much mystery and disinformation? Why would your grandmother report such a thing to Alex if it weren’t true? Alex and Lisa are the only members of your Greek family with whom I have any lingering relationship….
You surely would have sent postcards to grandma Alice at least if you were in France or Greece, wouldn’t you have?
But whatever the past was, we have only the present and future. Let us let this day today be the first day of the rest of our lives, no matter how corny that sounds.
I leave on Saturday for Florida and I wish you would just join me in revisiting first your birthplace in Palm Beach and then go with me to Dragon Con in Atlanta. It would be so great to see you, to have fun together like we always used to do, and give us a really good chance to get to know each other again and wipe away the stale air and cobwebs from the past two years of silence.
21 years since Hurricane Andrew blew you into this world early, let’s blow away all the bad things, how about it?
From my Android phone on T-Mobile. The first nationwide 4G network.