Monday, September 10, 2001
Dear Marta,
I wanted to say – not write
– this to you before I left for San Francisco and before I left for the mountains
but I did not get in touch with you even though I tried. It is something I felt
I needed to say after talking to you a two nights ago. Something to do with
what you are going through but also something I’ve been thinking I want to say
to everyone I care for. I’m still sick but I’m getting better and should leave
soon. I hope you get this before you leave.
When I was in England in
1995 I said to my parents, “Each time we depart – on a small trip or a large
one – we may never see each other again… so I want to thank you for all you
have done for me and tell you that I love you.”
So it is with you – I want to thank you and
tell you that I will always love you. I want to add:
Whatever my faults, and in
whatever way I have not been the best I can be for you, I’m sorry. I am seeing
better what the faults are. I have been somewhat blind to them.
Whatever your faults [I am
not dwelling on them or whether you have faults] – they are nothing for me to
take personally. You are not your faults, you are you and I love you.
You tried very much in our
relationship and I want to say thank you.
It was [is] a privilege to
know you, be loved by you, to have you in my house, be invited into your house,
get to know your family. But not just a privilege, also very lovely and often
fun.
Thank you for all the
positive things and the love.
Thank you for honest sharing
of your pain and disappointment. It was hard [hurt] to hear but still a
privilege.
I love you. I am not sure
anymore that I need a part of my love to die. I think [hope] I can heal with
out that.
My heart [though needing to
be careful] is open to you. I want the openness of my heart to all things to
grow. Time will tell how that will go.
You are part of me. I hope
to see you when you are 92 – and, of course, in between.
You are always welcome to
call, visit, ask for help if you need/want it.
I will be thinking of you
while I am hiking and you are in San Francisco. Ping-pong ball and dinosaur
sized thoughts will be coming your way. I’m looking forward to you be being
back and seeing you.
Love,