it is approximately 36 hours til vacation ! what a mixed bag of emotions! we have literally been counting down the days for the last 100 days. the problem is, bud was here for the first thirty days of the countdown, but has missed the rest. as i type this, i realize it has been exactly two months since his death. wow.
i approach this vacation with deep trepidation. i'm almost scared to arrive in dewey. it was such a tradition for us, as a couple and a family. bud and i spent many summers there before the kids came, and it is where i first met patty and craig, and really got to know bobby, dani, and mary. tradition #1: arrival early and lunch at the rusty rudder -- i think i will probably cry as i walk out onto the deck. it was such a powerful feeling of arriving there together and looking forward to the week.
tradition #2: greaseband monday night at the bottle and cork. to go or not to go? its a couples thing. its been the one night a year that i "let loose" and bud would take care of me. so, do i go and celebrate his memory and have a shot for him, or do i stay back ? don't know the answer to that yet.
tradition #3: taking the girls in the ocean. i'm a huge beach fan, but only a lukewarm ocean fan. daddy was the one who took them in the waves. hopefully, the uncles will fill this void for them
and all the others . . .
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