I’ve been perusing the blog as I delve deeper into writing the first draft of my book. Recently when someone asked me how was it being in India under those circumstances I answered without hesitation,
“It was a blast!”.
My words surprised me. Startled me. Shook me to my core. Up until that very moment memories of the intensity of watching Scott deteriorate over time seemed to always be the first thing that came to my mind. Naturally and without thought I had worn my widowhood draped around my shoulders like an intricately woven pashmina shawl, light as a feather but still securing me in its large and warm embrace.
These days I can look back on the beginning of this story…I can see that it was a brilliant experience and I see clearly all of the wonderful people we met along the way…and the amazing places we saw and experienced…and our relationship which seemed to surprise us both daily with the depth of our love for each other. We had a blast.
One of our happiest days: Click here.
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