tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6517927514655297132.post1076484165129052741..comments2023-10-19T05:01:12.377-07:00Comments on The Other Closet: Beyond Frank...Mark Lyonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05915827981541131957noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6517927514655297132.post-70625011355029126542010-08-02T13:55:14.570-07:002010-08-02T13:55:14.570-07:00I'm typing this through tears. Thank you so mu...I'm typing this through tears. Thank you so much for the gift of these words - for the love in the ending and for your belief in my story, in me. <br /><br />I love the metaphor - it's a perfect one for my last year, but it's just as perfect for you and your life right now. You're sitting at Frank, with Lake Louise still ahead of you.<br /><br />The title made me think this piece was going to be about our brother in some way. Nice twist.<br /><br />So this was a vacation that happened without me. I'm goosebumpy that you ended up at Lake Louise. How old were you? It's going to drive me crazy trying to figure out where I was during this adventure. There really is a Frank, Alberta? Wow!<br /><br />Another really well-told story. I love the details about Dad's pipe smoke, the rainy window, your eagerness to hunt for treasures. The red rambler. Was it red? I don't have that memory. I always see green, which was Grandma and Grandpa's car, right?<br /><br />I love your writing. I love seeing myself and our relationship through your eyes. I love you.Deb Shuckahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03439395710731341021noreply@blogger.com