Vacation

So far, I think the best part of vacation has been the reminiscing.

Not of things I've done before. Not of things I've seen before. It's of things of JP's mom's past. It's weird. Looking thru her stuff - commencement programs, recommendation letters, notes Pete wrote her (not creepy like it sounds), inexplicable newspapers, pictures, etc - makes me feel like I know her.

This makes me fairly certain that I do know Marilyn even though I only met her twice towards the end of her life. In a strange way, I miss her. But it's not like how I miss people when they're gone or when I'm on vacation and my friends aren't with me. It's like I miss her because I know I missed out on knowing someone amazing. I miss what she could have been to me if we got to know each other.

Soon after Marilyn passed, Jolene (her daughter) told me that her mom said she loved me. Which is weird. I mean, I know I'm loveable, but right off the bat like that seemed intense. And I think it mostly felt intense because of how amazing she was (and is, really). Plus her family was beyond crazy about her.

So, really, the best part of vacation has been getting to know Marilyn better. And that's awesome.



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