Written last night:
Dear Friends,
This morning I had a visit from Tallahassee friends Marsha and Frank, and while they were here it seemed so normal that I almost took them for granted. It was just like when they would stop by and talk with Clark and me. But since they left I have been feeling grateful over and over, deeper and deeper. — I just mean Wow! — how nice of them to stop on their drive to see relatives in San Francisco. We talked for two hours and they promised to come again next summer.
Their first impression was Sacramento’s trees, how green the place is, and I found myself being proud of the city as if I belong here. Then our conversation was peppered with casual references to Clark — how he grasped the world with a historical perspective and in a positive way, how he understood politics and cars and the way a refrigerator works. It wasn’t eulogizing — far from it! — it was just connecting then with now in a natural way that I loved. It was good to be with friends who shared Clark with me.
Love,
k
Jun 8, 2017
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