I was looking forward to yesterday. It was time to drive west for two hours along the north shore of Lake Erie. Kingsville is the home of Kym Brundritt, an exquisitely gifted artist. Months ago, Kym had given me permission to have her painting “Cosmic Tree” grace the back cover of Jody’s book. It was so kind of her. I drove with a copy of the book nearby. I knew that I wanted to meet Kym and give her the book face-to-face.
I found Kym’s art shop – Paisley Dreamer – parked my car and started down the sidewalk. A woman turned towards me and said, “Are you Bruce?” I certainly was. “Kym’s father has just died.” Maybe an hour before I pulled in. The woman was Kym’s mom. We hugged. Such overwhelming sadness.
I decide to give Pam the copy of Jody’s book and then head back. But she said, “Would you come to the house? I think Kym wants to meet you.” I didn’t want to intrude on the family’s grief, but the answer was natural … “Yes, I will.”
I followed Pam’s car and parked behind her. A woman crossed the street and talked to her through the driver’s open window. I recognized Kym from her photograph. She was walking towards me as I opened the door. She was crying. We hugged. I don’t remember if we said anything to each other before we touched.
We talked a bit – I don’t know what about. I gave her Jody’s book. Then Kym asked me to come inside for a drink of water. We sat and talked. Two old friends who had never met. She mentioned that our timing was surreal. As the funeral folks knocked on the door, I said that I should go. “No” was her response. “Stay. You’re family.” Oh my God. How beautiful.
Kym and I decided that we’d go for lunch someday in Kingsville. Whether that will be weeks or months away, I’ll be there. Hugging people I’ve never met. Isn’t that lovely, Jodiette? “Yes, husband. It sure is.”