Looking Up From The Bench

Since Thanksgiving is coming up I thought it would only be appropriate to do a post about what I am thankful for. Living where I do, with the family and other relationships that I have, there are so many things I could focus on. But, I was struck by one experience this week that I wanted to share. As my last post mentioned, I had the opportunity to go on vacation recently. It was my first chance to do so in about four years. I got to see my very best friend (the most loyal, amazing person ever) get married. I got to visit where I grew up, and see others dear to me as well. It was pretty surreal. I also got to eat whatever I wanted (no food scale for a whole week!), and of course enjoy not having to deal with some of the stressors of normal day-to-day life. It was a great trip! Rachel and me. What I was struck by however, was how I felt coming home. On the flight back I was so excited to resume to my normal routine. Specifically, return to the gym. I missed it so much! And ...

When I found out I would have the opportunity to go to Florida this week I was immediately struck by the date range. I would be in the place where I grew up on the anniversary of my brother's passing. This wasn't saddening to me. I was more so grateful for the opportunity to visit the pier where we had his funeral and laid him to rest in his favorite place, the water. This seemed like a special circumstance to remember him in the spot so near and dear to his heart.  I honestly wish it would have turned out a little better. It was surprisingly cold!! And I was pretty uncomfortable which didn't allow me the time to sit and reflect as I had hoped. Apparently I should have brought sweat pants.. who knew!  However, it was nice to visit this place. It was special to go to the gulf where his best memories were made, and where he experienced some of the best moments of his life. Through the years, I continue to change and always wish he was here to se...