Marcia Roth
18-05 2022 03:12
wrote:
Some people go through our lives and have some "magnetism", something not explicit in words, that connects us and just makes us feel good. Ralph was like that on mine. Since our first meeting at a London airport, through a relaxed chat on the way to the house I would make mine for the next 4 months, we've always kept a feeling of affection and a sort of father/daughter love, even if unsaid, even if not close. Ralph was one of those rare people who were both extraordinary and simple, always generous, attentive, and caring. One of the most beautiful moments I remember was when I spoke to him about a trilogy I was reading, "The Book of Lies" by Ágota Kristóf, which tells the story of twin brothers as an allegory of the forces that have united and divided "brothers" in much of Europe since World War II. I had already finished reading "Notebook", "Proof" and I couldn't find "Third Lie" anywhere. Months after sharing this with Ralph, already living in another city in the UK, I went back to London for a visit and when I went down for breakfast, there was the book, the complete trilogy, bought by him, a souvenir of our conversations. For these gestures, for his incredible life story, for his devotion to his children and wife, for Ralph being Ralph, I'll always love him very much. Even if unsaid, even if not close.
Marcia Roth
18-05 2022 03:12
wrote:
Some people go through our lives and have some "magnetism", something not explicit in words, that connects us and just makes us feel good. Ralph was like that on mine. Since our first meeting at a London airport, through a relaxed chat on the way to the house I would make mine for the next 4 months, we've always kept a feeling of affection and a sort of father/daughter love, even if unsaid, even if not close. Ralph was one of those rare people who were both extraordinary and simple, always generous, attentive, and caring. One of the most beautiful moments I remember was when I spoke to him about a trilogy I was reading, "The Book of Lies" by Ágota Kristóf, which tells the story of twin brothers as an allegory of the forces that have united and divided "brothers" in much of Europe since World War II. I had already finished reading "Notebook", "Proof" and I couldn't find "Third Lie" anywhere. Months after sharing this with Ralph, already living in another city in the UK, I went back to London for a visit and when I went down for breakfast, there was the book, the complete trilogy, bought by him, a souvenir of our conversations. For these gestures, for his incredible life story, for his devotion to his children and wife, for Ralph being Ralph, I'll always love him very much. Even if unsaid, even if not close.
