08-04-2020, 12:17 AM
(This post was last modified: 08-04-2020, 12:18 AM by Dr. Ivor Yeti.)
Covid curtails, however, and the memorial was canceled. I went up to Santa Rosa to get B’s car signed over to one of her aunts, who was going to pass it down to one her grandkids. An impromptu memorial happened with a few relatives in attendance. It was really nice to see them — I’ve always gotten along great with B’s large family. Outside of B’s 2 siblings, the rest of them seem pretty normal. Good people. Good sense of humor.
Papers were signed and handed off to one of the cousins who has been riding heard on the aunt in question, whose health is failing. A little food was had, and the small number of us (six, including me) caught up with each other and on B’s life and times. They set up a small altar with some photos. Di I want any of them? No, best to send them to her sister in New York.
Time to go. I thanked them for the food and collected her ashes. She wanted to be scattered in the Bay. She loved the City, was a City Grrl, and I told her I would take care of it.
Got back to the City in time to go to work. B waited in the top-box on the back of my bike.
Work done, talk with Dino, one of my oldest friends. He knew the whole saga, could always tell when I was having a bad day/days. We’ve both had a lot of experience with people like B, people close to us. Dino heads home, I change into dry clothes, gear up and point the bike at Crissy Field.
The Weather Gods smiled and the fog stayed outside of the Golden Gate. Bright moon, not a lot of wind. Tide was coming in. I sat near where we liked to walk, emptied her ashes onto the rocks and waited for the tide to come in. She is back home now, back where she never wanted to leave.
In the Tudor Period, Fencing Masters were classified in the Vagrancy Laws along with Actors, Gypsys, Vagabonds, Sturdy Rogues, and the owners of performing bears.