Four Thousand Mile Roadtrip: Colorado
It started as a simple suggestion...an impulsive and spontaneous thought, like most other ideas that come straight out of my head and onto my tongue (I tend to talk and think at the same time...a personal flaw...). I think it was the loss of my sister that spurred the idea. For over a year, I just wished I could close my eyes and join her. I was tired...so...so...tired. I was tired and sad...sad like "I can't breathe" sad. Sad like someone came in and sucked out all of the oxygen sad. It was a deep, depressed grief, at one moment intensely sharp and painful, and the next so dull and dreary. At times, I felt as if all the color of the world had faded out, leaving everything a Wizard of Oz , Kansas gray. Either pain was tough to bear. I was desperate to feel joy again. I knew I could. I have recovered from grief before. It is a nasty part of life, really. Of course, I'd never had to recover from this gr...