Legacy Scramble over the Wills: the wills and won'ts of who gets what-- didn't apply. Either there wasn't one or I wasn't in it. Officially. Unofficially? I was bequeathed a legacy. I inherited their friends when they were planted. We had them in common, you see and that unintentional garden has bloomed. Karen left me Cynthia, Gloria and Ann-Marie. Grand ladies all with all the eccentricities of women of a certain age. Quirky, full of life, vinegar, and a wealth of joy. She also left me Carol along with four generations of her ancestors and a plethora of stories. She is a treasure. Karen left me Carl and Bill-- who couldn't be less alike: one a bit of a nuisance, but means well. (in his way). the other pure, untarnished gold. My brother left me all his final details to untangle, an apartment to clear out and rumors to dispel. He left me secrets to honor and answers. Dave also left me Norman and Cort. Long, long-time friends and sound or lighting buddies that stretch back a lifetime. He left me others from those carefree 'on the road' days who shared tales and stories with a recurring them: he was pure gold. Pure Gold-- the man who died with fifteen dollars in his wallet and a miserable apartment mate. He also left me Carol. Another from even before the band days - back to college times of misadventures and an enduring friendship. Fifty-plus years of laughter, tears, love, and wishes. She is another splash of pure gold shining in a darkened world. Nothing ever left behind could ever be worth more than their legacies. |