It’s all relative

from Andy Taylor

I knew Bob mostly from hours upon hours of volleyball doubles, triples, leagues, and Sunday picnics at my house where the main topic …was volleyball!! Between matches and good food and wine, our barbs and comments indicated we were of the same politics but probably not religion. Bob accepted all.

After the house fire, I spent several afternoons with Bob going through charred bookcases, magazines and boxes. Most were toast or simply water damaged. We had a dumpster pile, a dry me pile, and an I’m not sure pile. I shook out a magazine and out came a picture (perfectly preserved) of a young boy. Bob told me the horror of losing a child. He held that picture and smiled. I said “so your telling me that this is all relative??” He told me all of life is perspective. I learned a lot that day.