I've been going through photographs from trips taken, times sitting on the back patio in the evening, stuff done I felt like photographing for no other reason than to do it. It's hard to think, coming across a photo of Himself, and of Capt, that those men don't exist on this Earth anymore. Himself woodworking, or calmly enjoying a cigar and a bourbon at the end of the day. Capt standing in the waves of St. Croix, or trying on a new hat. All pictures of real events, real men, who actually were HERE and now aren't. To think that they don't exist here is hard. No one is going to walk through the door at the end of the day, or sketch out plans for another greenhouse, or research places to stay on some small Caribbean island, or suggest a long weekend in the North Georgia mountains. All that's gone, the sharing of the ideas and making of plans for a trip.
Now it's on me to do that. Make the plans, that is. A while back it was a trip with a friend to Barcelona. Now THAT was a trip. You see, the genesis of that trip occurred after Himself died. I got to be friends with a woman from church, and we fantasized about making a trip to Barcelona. Then after Capt died, I called her up and said "Let's do it" and we did. That started it all.
Now, I'm making more plans. A short trip to the Keys with a friend made me realize that I did indeed want to return to diving. So I went to the local dive shop, scheduled a refresher class and got my equipment checked over. In a week I am leaving, by myself, for a week in the Keys. A small house rented, reservations for a couple of dives secured and paid for, and JOY!! A dear friend from high school, who I haven't seen in 20 years, invited me to stay with her on the way down and back up, as she lives about 2/3 the way there, perfect timing for a stop. That makes the trip double special. I'll let you know how it goes.
I've also scheduled a trip in late June to go to Bonaire (a small island off the coast of Venezuela) with a group of people for the purpose of diving the stellar coral reefs there. Not going alone, but also not going specifically with a Person. Capt was always my dive Person. We would go all over Florida, into the Caribbean, just the 2 of us, to see amazing things. Making these trips without him is doing something he would want me to do, and in fact instructed prior to his death. I'll let you know how it goes.
This Fall, maybe November, I want to go NORTH. To Iceland, specifically. I've heard tell that a trip there is pretty spectacular and there are 3 solid bucket list items I could check off. First: Northern lights. Very weather dependent, I know, but I won't see them in Alabama, that's for sure. Second: A volcano. They're having all sorts of volcanic issues there and I'm much more likely to see one there than here in Alabama. Third: Snorkel a tectonic rift. That's right. 2 continents meet each other and there's an opportunity to actually swim in it. I could dive, if I were dry-suit certified, which I am not, but I can snorkel it without needing any sort of extra education. Maybe one day. Probably not, as dry suits are unnecessary for Caribbean diving and I don't foresee enough cold water dives to justify the expense (and yes, they are exPENSive!) Anyway, Iceland is in the possibility list. It will get further investigations upon the return from Bonaire. I touched base with the woman I went to Spain with, and she's keen on the idea of joining me, depending on all the circumstances lining up well.
So yes, I'm traveling. I'm discovering my own voice, my own way, courage to do it all without relying on someone else. Scary, yes, a bit. It took more courage than you'd think to walk into the dive shop but many of the people there know me and were warm and welcoming. It's an exciting prospect, getting back into the sport Capt introduced me to.
But I miss them. At night, I will roll over and scratch the fluffy little dog who's decided the best place to sleep is shoved up into the small of my back. His presence is comforting, but it's not Himself, or Capt. The mental dissonance of missing 2 men, although in different ways, is sometimes uncomfortable. I had 30 years with Himself, growing up together, kids, moves, career changes. his death felt like I'd been split in half. It was sudden and completely unexpected. I had 1 week short of 5 years with Capt. He had been sick for 6 months, gradually sliding downhill, but I never thought it would come to THAT end. Not as....I don't know....horrifying. Frightening, confusing, or messy. Just sad and kind of discouraging.
Now? Pfft. I have no interest in doing it again. Not right now. I can't speak for the future or who I may meet but right now...nope. It hurts too much when it ends. It's too hard to explain to someone the feelings, and well, it's just too complicated. Where would I live? This house is a one-person house and I don't want to move. I have friends I can go to movies with, have meals out, and blessed, blessed solitude.
I have gotten more involved with church. I joined the choir. The director asked if I'd sing soprano, as he was informed of my alto status initially. Unusual for a choir, we're short on sopranos. Anyway, I said sure, I'll see if I can squeeze out a high F or a G in a pinch, but don't expect more than that. It's fun and I like to sing. Occasionally I will fill in for a sick or unavailable person with the Mother's Morning Out program, which gives me a solid 3 hours of holding babies or corralling toddlers. I love little ones, in small doses, so it's just perfect. The occasional pot-luck dinner means 2 dozen deviled eggs. Breakfast with 5 other women once a week. Taco Tuesday with 2 of them. Plenty enough social life to keep me from becoming a weird hermit, but not so much I get frazzled with it.
I also started going to a Personal Trainer in August. That has done wonders for strength and flexibility. I also simply ENJOY it. I didn't think I would ever say this....but I enjoy exercise. Having a person with training who puts me through paces means it gets done as well. Sure, I could probably do 75% of it at home but I also know it would never happen. There's something about having someone encourage you through it, correct posture and stance, cheer you on...that makes it easier and more fun. I also get to complain like a Gen Xer about the music, and occasionally they have The Good Stuff (you know, AC/DC, Aerosmith, Led Zeppelin) going. But I never once expected to enjoy it so much. Also....muscles. wow.
Ok so that's what's going on right now. God knows what He's doing with my life and I have learned over time to accept that and roll with it. No more "BUT WHYYYYY" or feeling like I'm picked on. God didn't TAKE these men from me! He GAVE them the perfect gift of getting to join Him! I love them too much to want to deny them that!
And it doesn't get any better than that.
