They came from different places . . . different as much in how they lived their lives as in where they lived them.
Debbie’s cousin, Laurie, cancer survivor, came from Hesperia, CA. Better here than in fire country. And Debbie’s twin brother Jim, a lawyer, and his new bride Nooshin came from near the La Brea tar pits. So there was some tension about back home.
Robyn was supremely thrilled that people came from Oregon. Her sister Jan, a cardiologist from Corvallis, and Jan’s son Ian, newly graduated from Santa Clara and embarking on an internship in PR with the University of Washington athletic department, and Robyn would see each other for the first time since 1993. They were all younger back then. We were pretty much different people on that occasion.
And there were some amazing women and men, who happen to be friends, who had been invited. There could be . . . and will be . . . a paragraph (and more) written about each and everyone of them of them, but not here, and not now. These people were Debbie’s and Robyn’s colleagues at Bloomfield College, their family at this time in our lives, their new cousins and brothers and sisters, nieces and nephews. And there were a couple of students, one of who was taking the ‘official’ photos (which have not been received yet, but which will be shown when they become available), witnesses from another viewpoint…another world. And they brought with them children from still another.
Learning was going to take place.