Dena wrote, “I bet your ‘Ink Out Loud’ this week will be epic!” It wasn’t.
My head was so wrapped around Boy Wonder’s brain, I couldn’t think.
Josh graduated from Davis and two days later – Bam — a brain tumor. His sister graduated the same day. She missed a year because of her brain cancer. The helpless solitude of watching my best friends suffer as both of their brilliant, kind, seemingly healthy children were fighting for their lives, was crippling and I was moving away the next week.
I am straddling two lakes in this transitory column. Lake County is in my rear-view mirror now, but my friends and experiences from there remain.
Goodbye Clear Lake; hello clear lake.
My trip to Tahoe began with my car sputtering and coughing in the triple-digit heat as I limped into Meyers. I thought to myself, this is no way to be, as I headed for the interview.
I lost my buffer travel time along the highway when I pulled over to answer the call from my photographer who told me his wife died an hour prior. Her long battle with cancer came to a close. I cried with him and for him.
Nobody wants to hear excuses, I figured, and I called the publisher to tell him I would be late for our appointment.
I wasn’t on the side of the road for a full minute when CAL FIRE personnel came to assist me from across the street. They brought water, gave excellent advice and refused all offers of money. I figure I owe them a pizza at least.
A few minutes later the publisher arrived and had me follow him to make sure I arrived safely. “What a kind place, what helpful people,” I thought.
On Sunday while swimming at Emerald Bay, I opened my eyes and looked to the bottom of this truly clear lake with water the color of the aquamarine hard candies I remember in my great-aunt’s crystal dish.
I am home.
“I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore; While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements gray, I hear it in the deep heart’s core.” -- William Butler Yeats
Mandy Feder is Managing Editor of the Tahoe Daily Tribune