Tuesday, March 29, 2016

Twice Lost

It isn't very often I write anything deeply personal on my blog or Facebook or on any public forum but I feel like sharing a bit about the man I loved.

Thirty years ago this spring, I met the man who became my husband.
Ours was a slow building romance, although there was attraction and chemistry when we first met, we were both let's take it slow kind of people.
After dating for two years, and living together for three, we married in 1991. Our 25th wedding anniversary would be July 6th of this year.

We loved each other. We enjoyed being together, traveling together, going to baseball games, spending time with our families. And we loved our kitties too. :)

However, as with all great romances and marriages, we hit some tough bumps in the road. We never had children so when times got rough, we each gave up too easily. We had difficulty moving forward and ended up separated. By the spring of 2003, we divorced.

The crashing ocean waves of emotions that a person experiences when they are struggling through a separation and divorce can never be underestimated.
I put on a brave face that communicated: I don't care... everything will be okay. When I really felt like I was dying a little bit everyday. My heart truly broke. At times it felt like there was an actual blade slicing away bits of my heart.

Once the divorce was final, and a few months had passed, something began to change. The anger, sadness, depression, and myriad other emotions, began to slowly dissipate into a feeling of... hope. I was embarking on a new life, a new beginning.

By the end of the first year divorced, we slowly (very slowly) began to become friends again. By that time I had moved to Maine from Massachusetts. I lived with our two cats in a lovely little cottage in the woods.

It began with a phone call. And truthfully I can't remember if he called me or if I called him.
But our friendship began again.

Two years later, at the end of 2005, I moved even further away down to the west coast of Florida. But our relationship continued to grow and we visited each other when we could. Our friendship blossomed and with it a little bit of hope that our love would bring us together again.

In the winter of 2010, he called me one night to tell me some terrible news.
 He had been diagnosed with lung cancer. 

My heart broke again... 

I've missed his loving friendship ~ and his wonderful infectious laugh ~
 every day since he's been gone.

John Henderson Mitchell
May 15, 1957 - March 29, 2011

You are missed!! 

Thursday, March 24, 2016

Bella Luna

Last month I had the opportunity to take an awesome vacation in Mexico. During our visit I snapped many photographs of the February full moon.
In honor of the March full moon, here are a couple of photos from that trip.

 Looking at the full moon from Paradise Village, Nuevo Vallarta

Sunday, March 20, 2016

Spring Begins

It's hard to believe it's been a year since I last posted here. Much has happened this year and yet much stayed the same. :)

Last spring we still had snow, piles of plowed snow everywhere. So much snow is something that doesn't happen often here on Cape Cod. The last of the snow finally melted by the end of April. Boston and many surrounding areas didn't see the last of the snow melt away until July. Phew!
This year we had snow, but we had warm ups in between so as of this moment...no snow.
There is a storm brewing and by tomorrow morning, we will have snow once again. 

This past summer we had the most beautiful weather I ever remember for south eastern Massachusetts. Many sunny and warm days. It helped to put the torment of the brutal winter behind us.

I'm still working full-time at the day job so my writing isn't moving forward as quickly as I'd like. I do continue to write and love my stories and characters and hope to be published soon. :)

Come this summer, I plan to attend the Romance Writers of America national conference in San Diego, CA. Can't wait! More on that later.
And soon I will post a sneak peek about my books.

Bring on Spring!