Well I just returned from a fun jaunt!
There are those few people who are home to me, true family, whose presence fills my being; and these last few days, I spent with an Aunt and Uncle, who are at the center of my heart. Just to be lazy with them, hiking, eating, chatting, exploring new areas, was all so fun. But the part that sticks with me, that truly comforts, was sitting in the back seat of the car, listening to them chat, my heart and soul soaking up their presence and love.
Married days, I loved travel and adventure. Not to say I don’t now, but then I’d jump at any chance for flying, driving, or exploring. And, hubby was typically flying us or driving us or exploring with me. Adventure lured us both, and we had such fun… pure fun!
I never thought this would fade, and deep within it hasn’t for me… yet I now realize that the joy of adventure is when the adventure is shared. Obvious? maybe so, but for me this hit hard as a widow.
Living alone, no longer part of a partnership, how do you travel and adventure with joy? Offers exist with friends, and occasionally something catches my eye and I go. Admittedly though, I’m left with that alone with people feeling. Seeing couples hugging in the jet bridge, holding hands on walks, or laughing together… all remind me of what’s missing and lost for me.
But this trip I return with a full heart and soul… for my adventure was shared… in love.
Thank you my dear Aunt and Uncle… I love you both dearly🤍
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