I made it back from the Big Buddha. It was actually a large span of space that has hiking trails and other attractions to see. We ended up being there all day. And the 400+ steps is total round-trip and not one way. So, I survived. The Buddha is the largest one in the world, and he’s sitting on a lotus pad. Here’s a picture for you to see.
My last trip to China and Hong Kong was like a vacation from grief. This trip hasn’t been a vacation from grief at all. If anything, I’ve been the most open and honest about my journey with the coworkers I’ve been traveling with. I think I’ve talked about you or my journey almost everyday since I’ve been here. I guess, it’s part of accepting my new reality. I accept that I’ve reached the fork in the road, and I know I only have one path that I can walk down, but I’m not ready. So, I continue to camp in the airstream on the side of the road until my heart is ready to accept that there’s only one path I can logically take. This is the part where it can take years to overcome. Accepting that the love of your life will never come back, and you have to start forging a new life without him is no small feat and nothing I want to embrace either. I just have to remember that the only way I’m going to get through this is baby steps.
A grieving widow who is trying to find meaning and purpose from her tragic event.