Saturday, October 17, 2020

As some of my readers may remember, my first wife Cathay Gleeson died a little over four months ago. Before she left Los Angeles, she gave me several items she wasn’t taking with her. One of them was a statue of Buddha, which Linda and I placed in our garden by the side of the house. Apparently, the shrubbery, potted plants, and bamboo wasn’t enough to safeguard it from the predations of the numerous thieves that have helped themselves to anything they want that they see near our residence. Since we rent, we aren’t allowed to build a fence of any kind, and we are open 24/7 to anyone’s prowling.

About a week ago, this statue was stolen. If I had bought it, I would be irritated, but could let it go. Instead, it was a final gift from someone who was a significant part of my life. The pang lingers, and lingers, and lingers.

Photograph; watercolor; and drawing by Linda Fry (c) 2020.