From Tripoli to Boise

It’s a long flight, but by way of Malta, they are finally here: grandson Robby, his wife Melissa, and precious little Johnny Rocco. [That’s what I call the baby. His parents call him Rocco. There are so many Johns in our family that I guess I felt we needed one more.] I had a long phone talk with Robby today and Friday they are planning to drop by to see me.

I asked him if his contacts in Tripoli had verified that the atrocities we’ve heard about on the telly were actually going on in Tripoli. He said yes, they were, even worse than what our reports stated. At one point he learned protestors were just outside their apartment house. His friends told him not to bring his family back there.

Robby hopes the company he works for has insurance to cover his losses. Besides most of their clothing and their computers, there was/is also $3,000 in a small safe in the apartment. They have settled temporarily in Robby’s parents’ house in Idaho, from which location he will still do some work for the company. He may be sent a new computer anytime soon. Robby’s mother, my daughter-in-law, is to get in tomorrow night from Australia. She will be overjoyed to see them all and will likely hold Rocco in her arms for a very long time.

I asked Robby if he would like, when the turmoil in Libya is past, to go back there just to witness the changes. He said he would like to do that. He made some good friendships with the locals, and he has some worry about them, plus the last ten from the engineering company, posted in Benghazi. He heard that they had been taken to a safer place.

Robby’s cousin made it home too, as of today, I believe, the nephew of his mother.

So, the family is happy today but sad about the extreme loss of life at the command of a mad man.

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