Well, I can’t say Ron was with me as I’d hoped. During some of the more challenging moments, I was able to conjure him up lumbering steadily beside me. But mostly, I felt his absence. Still, I’m grateful that yet again he inspired me to challenge myself. Just like when we were kids. He studied Spanish, so I did too. He wrote a novel, and so did I. I’m glad to remember the things we did together, even though it hurts to know he’s not with me anymore.
Mile Eight in Brooklyn, where Chris, Bessie, and Krystyna cheered me on.
My remote cheering squad:
Jeremy in Alabama
And Mama on Long Island
Uncovering Jewish Heritage 