A few years ago I bought some cards from MOMA. I ordered a box of cards by the artist Louise Bourgeois called “What is the Shape of this Problem?”
But when the cards arrived, there were two boxes of 18 instead of one. I wasn’t sure I knew that many people who would “get” the shape of the problem. I was busy, I didn’t return the second box, it was too late. When I looked at the cards and their printed sentiments (each fronted by a Louise Bourgeois image)…”The Small Hours” “Repairs in the Sky” “The telephone call from the slammer” I knew they were for one friend…a writer and a maker, a thinker and a reader with a wicked sense of humor. And so I began sending her the cards, at intervals. She would often text a reply. I would text a reply. I would send another card…etc.
And so it went. We sent pictures of openings, of gardens, selfies. We traded book titles, art we’d seen and liked. Through the pandemic years and on…until she got sick. And then we texted about disease and doctors, about hope and no hope, about love and comfort. And selfies. Right to the very end. And what a comfort and a gift to me, as well as a reminder that we are alive every minute until we are not, and that keeping in touch enhances all these minutes of our lives.
Keep in touch.
I am so sorry about your friend and your loss. Keep moving forward.
Keep in touch.
Shirley from Oregon
Right back at you Larry Von
Thanks for the reminder that every call or note matters. Love the serendipity that started the exhange with your friend. I got a note about Jack from a young friend on a card that had the word “Hug” printed over a dash of color.
While virtual, it communicated her caring.
Thank you again for the lovely blog. So sorry about the loss of your friend.
Thank you for this, Bonnie. I’ve lived
What a beautiful piece of art you wrote. Thanks you.
Beautiful, Bonnie. Thank you!
very beautiful. and true. i hope i can pull it out of the hat.
Thank you. I needed this. Hugs for the loss of your friend. You were a good friend to her.
Beautiful and true and real. So sorry about you losing your friend. And love Louise Bourgeois. My daughter Hayley has her spider tattooed on her arm.
What a story of love between friends. You were meant to get the two boxes of cards.