You have to understand that all these people were from the same large group of friends as children and teens. He dated Caryn when they were in high school but they broke up and he married Robyn's best friend's cousin, moved to Northern California, had 3 kids, and later divorced. He came back home, resumed his long friendship with my kids (it had never really ended, Mike had visited him every so often in NorCal while on his way to see his Dad in Oregon). He became very close to Stacey, who was kind to him while he healed from a very bitter divorce and missing his kids. They were not a romantic item, but very close friends.
Glenn had also written me several times over the years when he lived up north to thank me for my understanding and hospitality when he was young. His parents were both school teachers (they're still alive at almost 90), one a college professor, the other an elementary school principal, and they were gone long hours. Glenn, as a kid, was nervous coming home from school to a big empty house. He would stay outside, or in the garage that opened to the street, OR he could come up to our house and hang around til his parents came home three or four hours later. He did this much of the time. He was also at odds with his parents during his teen years. When things got testy, this was his refuge. Even to just be with the kids on the street. Later on, he wrote a poem that he set to music, the title is the name of our street. So he's always bringing little gifts, sometimes just a rock with a gold vein (Stacey and Glenn share a rock collecting hobby). And his parents always gift Stacey, and in the past, Caryn.
As for the guy that gave the cash gift, Ron was an old boyfriend of Stacey's from years ago. Also from the neighborhood, still is, and never married. They broke up, but remained close friends. When she moved to a place that wouldn't take animals, he took her beloved cat as his own. And the large avocado tree, still in a pot, that Bob grew from a pit. Unfortunately for me, his sister with whom he lived, planted it in the ground, so Bob's avocado tree is growing in their yard to this day. Ron was a painter, just getting by until he was able to get a job in the movie studios in the scenery department. He makes a fantastic hourly wage plus plenty of overtime and he's always working. I want him to paint my house, but he's never free. He has always gifted Stacey on her birthday, and this Christmas there was this lovely cash gift.
Robyn, too, has kept close with old boyfriends, and although the first and best is married and a grandfather, they speak regularly. He's close with me, too, since he was 15, and he still has fond feelings for Bob. I knew his lovely mother, who is now in a facility for Alzheimer's. She's a bit younger than me. A beautiful lady, and my heart is broken about it.
I am Facebook friends with my first boyfriend from 1952, but I won't write anything personal, just good wishes at special times. His wife is on Facebook, too, and I wouldn't want to cause any problems, you never know how people think.
I had a boyfriend, but not a steady, for a year or so before I met Bob, who kept contact with me over the years after we both met others and married. He was on an advisory committee to the college, and would come for meetings once or twice a year. He'd always come into the office and take me for coffee. A few times, I took the rest of the afternoon off, and we'd go out for lunch, often to a seafood place on the coast, right on the beach. We'd sit and talk to each other of our lives, and watch the tide, eventually the waves would come right up and hit the windows! And then we'd go home to our regular lives and not see each other again for 6 months, a truly platonic friendship.
There came a time when he no longer came to see me. A couple of advisory committee meetings came and went, he didn't stop by. A year or so later I met one of the other advisory committee members and I asked her how he was. Her face went dark. "Haven't you heard?" she said. "He passed away over a year ago." So that is why he didn't come to see me.
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