Last week is still a topic I'm working on, regarding happenings of my life! I apologize for being so far behind. Hopefully, you will understand better, once you read about the unusual topics I'll be discussing!
Last Friday, August 12th, was another first for me, without Gordon.
I did something that day without him, that I never thought I would do. I visited Peche Island.
For those who don't know, my apartment building is directly on the water's edge of the Detroit River, where it meets Lake St. Clair. Directly north of my apartment's view is a Canadian Island, called Peche Island.
There is no bridge to access the island; a person can only get their by boat, or swim it, if they're strong enough, which I believe would be rather dangerous.
In any case, when we first moved in this complex, we missed out on visiting Peche Island, because we weren't aware that one of our neighbours showed kindness and love to all who would enjoy visiting the island. We missed the one day when they transported people to and from the island, using their boat.
Gordon and I had been at working and didn't even know this was happening, until the day was just about over. We decided we would go the next year.
Well, that year, I was out of town working; interviewing, hiring and giving basic training to new mortgage consultants. It was once again, a no go. Gordon didn't want to go without me, so neither of us got to experience this treat.
In 2009, not only was I working, but Gordon was very ill. Once again, we didn't get to experience visiting this island that consists only of conservation area.
Last year, since Gordon was dead and buried, I couldn't bring myself to join others who were celebrating the day, relaxing. I passed on the trip, agreeing to take a rain cheque.
This year, my neighbour/friend K asked if I was going. The couple who are gracious to do this annually, asked me if I was going. Several people encouraged me. So, I decided to go.
In the days leading up to this adventure, I questioned whether or not I should go. Even though in and of myself, I truly wanted to go with the group, I just had such a hard time dealing with the fact that Gordon had wanted to go, only if I would accompany him and because of circumstances, we never got there.
Once again, my heart was experiencing the grief-filled pain and sorrow of my loss.
I questioned if I should go. Back and forth my mind wavered. Yes. No. Maybe so.
In the end, I decided I would go. Tomorrow, I'll tell you about the trip!
Until next time...
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