Sandra, Dottie, Craig, and Marc,
I have so many memories of Del up at the Lake sitting quietly in a corner of the living room or outside on a lawn chair, always looking off at some undetermined point in the distance. He did not look wistful or sad or full of longing, the way you might expect someone to appear when gazing into the distance.
Instead, he had the look of someone who had a million cogs turning, of someone who held a problem in the palm of his mind and turned it over and over and over again until he discovered its answer, gleaned its solution. And every time I noticed him doing this—which was almost all the time—he had the tiniest smile on his lips, as if he couldn’t hide the pleasure this mind-turning brought him.
I’m sorry that I won’t get to watch him do this anymore, but I’m grateful to have known him and grateful to know that the world is a better, more interesting place because of his gifts.
Sending you love and peace in your heartbreak. Lynne