cmsa; As you may of noticed, if you identify as male, and are younger than me, i most likely call you "lil bro". I'd like you to meet the original one, he was my most adored childhood playmate and constant companion, and I called him Pabby (short for pablito). I remember our childhood in the then mostly undeveloped point loma neighborhood of san diego, as one long endless summer. We left each morning on some form of wheels (bikes, skates, skate boards, tonka trucks, red wagons) , free to roam in the rugged hills and canyons around our home. Free to discover, imagine, create, explore, and play whatever and where ever we liked, free to get into trouble, and then find a way out for our ourselves...We were only required to return home for meals or when the street lights turned on (after 9 pm for much of the year) or if someone got hurt. Both of us by nature sensitive , this was the perfect antidote for much of the anxiety we both felt at home. I adore him still, but since adulthood our paths have mostly diverged. Most recently, as i have prepared for my own big move, he and his life's companion (i call her tia) are in the process of moving to their new forever home near their cocoa plantation in Ecuador. All surviving valles in my immediate family are on the move these days, my older sis and her partner have bought a COMPLETELY undeveloped and exceptionally beautiful piece of land outside of cortez colorado, where they plan to personally (and with their own hands!) to build their dream homes from scratch. Each of us is doing our best to find our own particular bliss (we are old, if not now, when???), no matter how crazy or unlikely to succeed we are, just as our parents have encouraged us each to do from the day of our births....What a gift! my only wish is that they were still here to see each of us reaching for the stars, just as they taught us... i write this with tears of gratitude flowing as they haven't in some time, and thank you mom and dad just doesn't sound big enough for what they gave us. This lesson i offer to all of you too; the best is yet to come!!!!...all my love to the valle family; Howard , Doris, Donna (dead at 40 from melanoma, it's a blessing to remember she began earliest of us all to live her dream, as if she knew she would not get her "full measure"), Cheri, Cynda and Paul and our foster mother Carolina (rara to us). -Thanksgiving Gratitude, (who needs the stinkin' turkey????? ) -2021 , with all my love, cynda mary
