Well Linda, here comes my very last letter to you, last letter for you, it comes with my love and with many tears… I met you so long ago. Was it late 1967 or early 1968? 5 Colville Houses, London W11.
Our lives were like rivers in spate - tumbling and speeding with colours, excitement and change. I found London, Portobello Rd, new people, new ideas, new fun: amongst it all, you, and Krishna and then Toronto, Bloor St, Hincks , Karen and Art, Larry, and even one time a new baby: Brandy! We had a crazy Christmas in Crinan. Keith was there too…
One year you came to Kinnersley with Surya 5 and Kasari 9 months. My first daughter was 3 months old. One day Surya watched me change her nappy, and then gravely explained, “When she’s 5 years old, then you’ll be a proper mummy”.. Fran is now 46 years old, and Surya, I’m still trying to be a proper mummy…
There were many months when we didn’t write or speak: 6000 miles has been a big distance, physical, social and emotional. And I am so glad for the last few years when we have met again, and easily found that early deep closeness. I miss you now with a pain that I think you will understand, and with what will be for me a deep and lasting sorrow. I rejoice for the understandings that we have shared over the years and for our recent exchange of photos! These brought me a real sense of joy and intimacy. I shall miss you Linda - all of the sharing, the good and the not so good - from 1967 until now.
The book I send was meant for your birthday - and one of the poems is for today:
Let’s be vapour trails
Across the skyline
I cross your mind
You cross mine
Over the years you have crossed my mind a thousand times, you always will- Thank you and thank goodness …
Sara
goodness sara, I was hoping beyond hope that you would come for Linda's celebration. I see that you called me but I don't have your number. Please call again and leave me your number.