My daughter called tonight and said she had some of Rod's things she thought I would want. On my way over, I passed this point where I stopped for a picture. It was poignant, as the first time Rod saw this body of water, he was awestruck. And, I'm thinking - oh no, I thought I was over it after 21 years and here comes fall again. Then when I stopped at her house, my youngest grandson was acting much like Rod when he was upset and my heart and mind, for a moment, broke.
No, one can't run away from life, nor can one avoid the pain. The only way for both is to go through it. And keep going through it until one comes out on the other side. I am trying hard tonight to be in a vibrant and passionate state of being, but it is muted for another day's try.