Emma was kind enough to send me this photo of her and her daughter Robin – my granddaughter – taken on one of their weekly excursions throughout New York City.

The love between them flows like a river.

Emma is not easy about being photographed on my blog (I always ask), but she said it was all right for me to post this one.

We were always close when she was young, but life took us apart for a while.

Emma and I had our troubles during my divorce from her mother after 36 years of marriage, but we worked hard to get to a good living place.

And that’s where we are and will stay.

We talk often and efficiently, and she means the world to me. I am very proud of her.

I have tremendous respect for the kind of mother and the life she has put together. She is everything I hoped she could be and might be. And she did it all on her own.

I don’t know Robin as well, and I haven’t seen her these past several years because of the severity of the pandemic in New York City and my vulnerability to it.

I look forward to getting to know her better. It’s a lot of ground to cover when you live so far apart.

Emma and I have both decided it’s time we all spend some time together, and we are meeting in a Hudson River town in May, halfway between here and Brooklyn. Emma and Robin take a train up, and Maria and I are driving.

We will spend a weekend together in an Airbnb Emma has found and booked. I’m looking for boat ride on the Hudson tickets.  Me, Maria, Emma, and Robin will be there.

Emma’s husband Jay will be away on business.

This photo is important to me; it touched me right in the heart. I see the love and connection so powerfully captured.  This is what life is really about.

I’m looking forward to this reunion, sometime at the end of May.

And I’m much looking forward to next Sunday when Maria and I will head out for four nights in a motel along the ocean. Boy, do we need it. More later.