It has been very difficult to write a post today. My mind is swirling, my emotions are raw, and I am physically exhausted. All the things that go with grief and everything is turned up a notch this week. I try to be objective about it and remind myself that every day is 24 hours but no matter what I tell myself, the numbness, disbelief, and sadness crash in. When it gets to be too much, I am fortunate to be able to go to this beautiful place.
This is the lake house where Molly and I went the day that Mike died. It is a lovely home on a lake where quiet reigns. You can go there and stay in your pajamas, fish, go for walks, kayak, and read. Or, like Red, you can sit and watch the squirrels and chipmunks.
Mike enjoyed doing small projects at the lake. He enjoyed working on the dock most of all. He was always thinking of new ways to make it straighter and stronger. It was fun to watch his engineering brain take over. I doubt there are too many people who visit that house and look at the dock without thinking of Mike.
I am so thankful for this place. And for this man. How I miss my friend.