I was getting ready to get in the shower this evening at the end of a long hot unproductive day. My door bell rings. I grab my bathrobe and answer the door doing my best Tony Soprano imitation. A small older man says he came about the photos. Still in character I grumble, growl, figuring that he is gone in the face of the unpleasant greeting and the visual. He says he is Bob G and wonders if I can give him the images he had emailed me about? I suddenly remember the email from a Bob G about his concern that he wasn’t able to order the images online because his internet was wonky and he was worried that we would delete them. He mentioned that the images were of his daughter and he wanted to make sure he could get them. The images were of his suddenly deceased 44 year old daughter, I remembered, who had run Butte 2014. Bob and his wife lost a daughter, the kids lost their mom and his son in law lost his wife. Bob G wanted to make sure he had those images. I invited him in and I was able to give him the images while we talked about his service in Korea and Vietnam. Invisible on any street in America, Bob G is a genuine American article who has done his best to do right. I was touched by his stamina and grace. He left, we shook hands and agreed to see each other at the races. A belated birthday gift to this sometimes broke down old shooter. Despite the circumstances of our meeting, a found moment that made what I do of value to someone who needed something to break his way. Grateful that I was home tonight. Gonna rest easier on my pillow come nightfall.
Photo Credit
Photo by Michael Lebowitz. All rights reserved.
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So beautiful.
Thank you for sharing.
Kat.