We're packing up. Don't know where we're going—Oregon?—nor how long we'll be gone—till the money runs out?—but go we must and go we will. We're gettin' outta town. This has been a couple weeks we'll never forget. My physical pain has finally let up after nine days way beyond my threshold. Emotional pain comes down on us like crashing waves. And so we're aiming for the ocean. The Pacific. We hope it lives up to its name. I'll send out with the tide the names of you who've loved us with a flower, a meal, a visit, a gift, a note, a call, an email, a comment, an embrace. Then I'll wait for the sea's rolling voice to return and spill over me the names of friends who've quietly prayed for us, and cried with us.
Talk to you in October.
~Much love from Geo