Trying So Hard to Make a Comeback...Really in And So It Goes

I struggle to express myself these days. I need to get back to the chronicled entries about my daughter. None of it is good. It’s soul sucking but I need to just get it up here and move on. I have not seen my therapist in two years. I made an appointment to see her on Thursday morning. I have no idea what I’ll say to her. Maybe I’ll just sit in her office and soak up her “safeness” and serenity. Maybe I’ll just sob. It’s a crap shoot.

This is a photo of a framed photo of my husband. It hangs in our great room. It is how he looked when we met. He was getting ready to retire from the British embassy in Washington D.C. He is aboard the sailboat he kept on the Potomac. It was named The Royal Salute, a sloop 40 feet long. After he retired he and a friend from the Australian embassy sailed it down to Florida. We kept it about a year and then sold it. I was not/am not a boating kind of girl unless it’s a cruise ship. Until this year, for the last twenty years, we have always taken a transatlantic cruise either to or from UK or Europe. My husband is older than I am. He turned 82 this summer. He has a very bad back and can’t do a lot of walking any more. Cruise ships are big. International airports like Miami or Heathrow are huge. He’s a proud stubborn man and refuses to catch a ride on the airpot golf cart thingie. Consequently, we decided no more international travel. The UK kids/grandkids will have to come here to see us. We will travel domestically here in the states if we want to go somewhere. I’m not sure if I’m glad or sad. I’ll let you know…

Last updated September 21, 2019