Last week my son and I took an Alaskan cruise. It was beautiful and breathtaking. We had a wonderful trip. We walked on a glacier, saw a whale breech right by our boat, went out on a crab boat, and followed in the footsteps of the goldrush miners. It was a beautiful state and a wonderful vacation that my husband would have loved. Since my husband's death 10 1/2 months ago, travel and adventure has become bittersweet. My family of 3 always traveled so now traveling without my husband makes it more obvious he is never coming home. While I love making new memories with my son, we are painfully aware that his daddy is missing. We always talk about how much his daddy would have liked it, how much we wish Jared was there, and what Jared is doing in heaven. For us, talking about Jared includes him in our vacation and keeps a part of him with us.
When Jared and I got married, we made a list of all the places we wanted to visit. We visited all but 3 places. When Jared died, Steven and I decided to finish the list. Alaska was our first trip. We plan to visit Montana and Yellowstone next summer and Africa in 2017, then the list will be complete.
I believe that Jared is with us on our travels and that he is proud of us for living for him, keeping his memory alive. When we were in Alaska, we saw a shooter at the glacier and knew Jared was saying hello to us. It's those little signs, those little pieces of hope that keep me going.
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