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We just got back from two weeks in what is supposed to be sunny Hilton Head Island, SC. Instead, it was rainy and often cooler than expected for the season. The weather seemed to understand our mood because you see, this was at best a complicated vacation and at worst a difficult one.

Vacations are supposed to be a time to get away from it all and relax, but two days before we left, we found out our neighbor and very dear friend committed suicide. This was shocking and heart wrenching news. It really made us not even want to go, but his widow insisted.

So with heavy hearts, we packed our car and took off only to arrive in the pouring rain, to a filthy dirty condo rental. We’ve used the same company for rentals there for years. They’ve always been great. This was clearly not their finest hour because it took a day and a half before they actually got someone in to clean.

The rain kept coming for days and days and days….

It was a drizzling rain much of the time, with a few hard heavy downpours. The clouds were thick and the sky was grey, as our minds continued to drift back home to thoughts of our friend and his shattered family. In a dazed like state we kept asking “why” knowing full well there wasn’t going to be an answer.

Then, there was a break in the rain. We played tennis, rode our bikes and romped on the beach. For a time, we experienced a feeling of normalcy and the happy abandon you are supposed to feel on vacation. We were pleasantly distracted if only for awhile.

I caught a cold…sore throat, stuffy nose, watery eyes, sneezing and wheezing and blowing my nose.

Then, the rain came again and we watched as it dripped and cried from the sky as if it were foreshadowing what was to come next. We spoke with my husband’s parents only to learn that my father in law’s cancer has returned.

So as the rain fell…so did our hearts…again.

We salvaged the sunny hours and distracted ourselves the best that we could but the air remained heavy and not from humidity. This vacation was clouded in the foggy haze of life’s unpredictable reality.

Life is uncertain.

Life is breakable.

Life is dubious.

So life must be lived and life must be cherished and we must remember to tell those we love how much they mean to us.

Life is fragile.

Life is precious.

Life is delicate.

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