Funny, I’m remembering a decision you made just 3 years ago when the medical “experts” were sure you would need open heart surgery and you were sure you didn’t and yes, you were right. We got you back home,you called me into your study, had me sit with you at the window and you quietly but firmly announced that you would need to get away with me once a month.
“What?Really? Once a month??? I don’t know T.” I have work commitments. The expense.”
You smiled and gently grabbed up my hands. “We will work it out. It’s going to be great.”
We started traveling more than ever before. I still had my work, you still worked. We made more time for getaways and it was so good to be in motion.
And now without you by my side I am not traveling once a month but I’m listening….
“Get off the couch, fill your suitcases, get on a plane, keep moving.”
In November I traveled with my HVWP circle to the NWP annual conference and even though I took my tears and sadness with me, that circle widened around me and held me tight and when I got back home I knew I couldn’t sleep in Paramus ever again without you. I took my time and started filling suitcases, moving back to my space above the Hudson.
I’m back home once again from my rejuvenating trip to Israel walking the streets with our family and friends. Two weeks away and this time I left behind my tears and tsunamis and after a weekend of snow and forced hibernation I’m wondering, WHAT’S NEXT?
So thanks T, you continue to keep me moving off the couch. My suitcases, now empty are calling me, screaming to be filled with tees, shorts and sandals for my first solo trip back to Cancun on the last day of February. I’m in motion
Love you T,
PS Just one more thanks T. You just sent ne my OLW for this year