I was the driver when we turned off the E4 route from Long Island into Rosburg. This is my brother and sister-in-law's place. I had to catch a sob in my throat, wondering if this was my last time to make this journey. The first time we made this trip many years ago, we had barely unloaded the car and Bob took me on a tour of his trees, an experiment he had in progress and highly successful as visible now.
I had no idea what to expect this time since the farm is absent Bob. The first Georg thing said to me was - it was a privilege to know your brother - what a ride. She says this in synthesis of their 26-year collaboration. As high school sweethearts, separated by WWII, I can think of no better tribute.
Bob put this in the tree and jokingly told Georg that he gave her the moon. She says that he did. Amy remembers this moon from our visit a couple of years ago and recollects that our time there had a magical quality.
And I absolutely love this picture of Bob. His angora ram Narlo would come when called for his glucosamine/chrondrotin pills. Bob was amused that he didn't need to add any enhancers - this buck came, just because. That he would come totally amused Bob, he loved little surprises like this.
This picture of Bob and Ian are what Georg is using for the memorial - oh, and Cody on the bottom left, - there's always an animal nearby for either of them. I'm happy that this picture has worked for her.
The sun has sent on that chapter of my life. I fly back up next weekend, rent a car in Portland and drive over for the celebration of Bob's life. I absolutely hate to travel alone, but Ian has made all the arrangements for me and I will say goodbye to the last of my senior family. Ian and I share this odd position of being the eldest of each of our families. I didn't think I was old enough for this role. I look forward to happier fibery posts in the next weeks and I'll bet you do too. Thank you all for your kind sentiments.
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