Bye, Bye, Bonnie

Back in February, Bonnie transitioned out of this life. With the crush of events that has overtaken all of us in the month and a half (and counting), this seems like ages ago now. But I still miss her every day.

I don’l know what happens to us when we pass. That’s a subject that’s way beyond the scope of this blog. And it’s a very controversial subject. As my parents used to say to me, never discuss politics or religion.

Suffice to say that I still feel Bonnie’s presence in my life. Whether that’s memory or fantasy or reality, I”ll leave it to each of you to decide or choose.
All I have is my experiential reality and that what it’s telling me. I still feel her.
I’ve been listening to a lot of music while on self-imposted house arrest here in Mexico (isolation orders have not been issued here; only requests or strong suggestions).
Each time I do I am flooded with memories of all the shows and concerts Bonnie and I took in together over the last ten years.
Yes, we met a little more than ten years ago now.
A happy accident of online dating. I can’t dredge up what site it was where we connected but that’s how we met.
Bonnie winked at me or something like that. I responded and the rest, as they say, is history.
We were both veterans of marriage and while neither of us really had any desire to enter into a contract with the state by getting married, we both wanted the joy and comfort of companionship and love with someone our own age. (We were literally a month and a week apart in age–1953 was a very good year.)
We loved being together. And a lot of that togetherness was at concerts and shows. Goodness I’d have a hard time remembering them all and yet now as I set listening to my playlists on Spotify, up come songs from bands or acts we enjoyed and many that we saw.
Maybe you remember the ice bucket challenge? I was all that excited by the challenge, but the theme song blew me away the first time I heard it: Come With Me Now by Kongos. Well, they played in Madison (WI) that Fall and off we went to see them. It was a relatively small show, in a theatre holding maybe 500 and not even full. Yet Kongos played their hearts out. We loved it; the crowd loved it. To boot, we were the oldest people there by probably 30 years, LOL!
Indeed that happened to us frequently and nobody cared, let alone us.
Bonnie and I traveled and we worked and played and lived. And, in the end, for both of us (and we discussed this) that’s what it’s all about. To enjoy life, to be of service to our fellow human beings, and to be as much Love as we could muster.
To the end, Bonnie was steadfast. Often I’d know she was in pain of which she rarely or even complained. She just wanted to soak in every minute of life. With me, with her family, with her friends.
And she did.
Now here in my favorite picture of Bonnie. I’ve posted it before. It’s full of the joy and Love and hope that Bonnie embodied.
I miss you; I love you; I expect to join you sooner than later.
Happy travels, Bob

Chapala in Pre-COVID19

[I’m slowly emerging back into the social and cultural stream of life after Bonnie’s passing. I’ll write my own memorial to her soon for these pages. In the meantime the world is being turned upside down with the coronavirus and the turmoil it has engendered. Moreover, when I returned from saying my goodbyes to Bonnie as she was passing, my main desktop computer called it quits and it has been rebuilt slowly here in Mexico. I just got it back yesterday. So here is my first post. One of Bonnie’s daughters encouraged me to continue writing here. And so I am doing so.]

Right now Chapala is in the midst of realizing the threat of the coronavirus. There are less people out and about. People are being a little more concerned, yet the reaction here has been much more subdued than with our northern neighbors. We suspect that reaction is still in front of us here in Mexico.

As I’ve noted before, change seems to happen slowly here, but it definitely does happen. When I was up North, a matter only of a few days, some artist or artists decorated some of the trees along the malecon.

You may have noticed in pictures on prior blog posts that the trees here in town are painted what at the base up to about six feet in height. The trees are painted with calcium hidroxide to protect them from pests and especially from leafcutter ants, who can devastate a growth of trees in a matter of hours. Visit here to learn more.

Well, some artists used the white as a canvas and decorated the trees again. Quite lovely:

Also, a subject I never tire of: pelicans. I go every day to see them while they are here. Alas, their migration North is due to begin soon (although I hope the border patrol will let them pass). I’ll miss their beauty and graceful presence on the lakeshore and ponder their return next November.

Finally, I’ll sign off today with a little video I shot on a trip to Guadalajara shortly after my return from the States. I love the joy and excitement of the kids, playing with these simple and colorful toys. Forever Young, as Bob Dylan said.