Dear Will —
We had so much fun for so many years in San Francisco. I have happy memories of our time here. One day especially I was remembering today. Early this morning I grabbed a cable car, hoping to get as far as California street, but the car was forced to turn around early because of blocked streets associated with APEC — Asian Pacific Economic Conference - and President Biden’s traveling around the city.
Anyway, I was remembering that 1974 cable car trip we took from downtown to right here, next to Ghirardelli Square when we raced to see a movie either at either Ghirardelli or The Cannery. We jumped off the car and ran to the theatre. All for a poor reward! We were going to see what turned out to be one of the worst movies ever: Peter Bogdanovich’s Daisy Miller. We laughed for years later about that.
When I came back from my ride that went nowhere this morning, the lobby of my hotel was filled with uniformed secret service agents — a sea of about 40 men and women in blue with straps and backpacks. A little scary. But I guess they were just going off shift.
I’m going to have dinner at the opera house tonight. I plan to Lyft out of the hotel extra early, just in case.
I’ve been pushing hard at the old Sally scar since I’ve been here — I can see the Bridge from my room. I don’t feel grief for her anymore — just a kind of sadness for our family and the trickle down effects of murder and suicide.
My sister and I were collateral damage from my parent’s responses to Sally’s actions. I am so happy you were my sweetheart by the time she finished her task. I’m sorry my own mental illness made our lives difficult for a few years but thank God we got back together after my time in Salt Lake.
I’m finally learning, slowly, to be okay without you but it’s really hard. Even in your dementia you were still yourself, though I assume I was a variety of people — including your mother.
I will love you always.
Kake
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