Okay, I'm not really singing, something for which you should be forever grateful, but I'm still feeling them -- the blues, that is. It seems that just when I think I'm finally starting to get over all the sadness of the past few months, something else comes along and just brings it all right back. It might be a song, someone's words, a memory, a thought. Or it could be something else. This time it was the death of our dear friend, Winston. And his death did more than bring back a case of the blues. It added to it. A thousand fold. Because even though we had never met, Winston touched my life. And I miss him.
I've thought about other bloggers who've said that they love reading tons of blogs. They love all the friends they've made. They love that hundreds of people come calling every day. And I wonder why I'm not one of them. I guess that, for me, my blog friends are a lot like my real friends. I have several close friends. I love the ones I have. I really don't want too many more. Maybe it's my New England upbringing. It's said that New Englanders are stand-offish. Perhaps we are. Perhaps I am. Perhaps it's that the fewer people you really let into you life, the less likely you are to be hurt.
The point I'm trying to make is that there are only a few blogs I visit frequently. And to lose one voice among them...well, it's like losing a member of my family, a real friend. And it hurts.
Now I've thought about what my mother-in-law, my dad, and Winston would say. All of them, and I believe Winston in particular, would want to kick my ass. My dad would want to too, but he'd do it softly. So... to honor the memory of the three I've lost lately, I've decided to try yet again to get back to it. Back to living. Back to life.
Tomorrow husband is taking me to a teeny, tiny, almost-deserted island off of Martha's Vineyard. Three couples are going for three days. I can feel myself being rejuvenated just thinking about it. I plan to eat lots, drink some, and do some other things I can't write about here. I'll try to take lots of photos, starting with the ferry trip over. Maybe I'll even come up with something witty to say. Who knows what could happen?!!
I wish all of you who read this, my best blogging friends (you know who you are), a wonderful weekend full of fun, family and friends. I will be back next week with photos. I promise. Love and peace to all.
