January 2, 2022
January 2, 2022
When Bob recently told me that his dear sister Gabi passed away, it made me sorrowful, melancholy. We first met about 70 years ago, but I had not seen or talked with her for about 60 years as our lives followed very different trajectories. However, she had always been on my mind, off and on all these decades. The lack of contact was a big void in my life, however as a teenager I was much too immature to attempt to or even know how to form a close, lasting relationship with a female, although I felt very close to her and was indeed attracted to her. Whether this was reciprocal, I am not sure but suspect not. Nevertheless, there should at least have been some communication maintained during the decades and I blame myself. We first met as late teenagers, in that very big and grand Victorian "Charles Addams" type house in Richmond Hill while I was studying physics together with Bob. Gabi's lovely personal qualities were immediately obvious. Her beauty was in her warmth, simplicity, gentle nature, generosity, her always smiling and being upbeat, and she was someone you could completely trust. Deanna mentioned reasons men were attracted to her- this simply adds to it. But I fear she had a very difficult life from the few things I heard. If so, she indeed did not deserve it, as nobody else should, but especially Gabi.