I’ve been so behind on posting here – all for good reasons though I am happy to share. I’ve got a few backlogged pieces to post this week to catch you up to things… this one dates back to May 23, to a very big beginning:
Well, here I am in the caves region of Kentucky. With someone new. It is the first time seeing each other in person since we met a few months ago. As I write this, we’re a few days into our trip. He is lying next to me now, munching away on donuts while I write. I’m finally ready to share a bit more about this person with you all…
Crazy enough… we met at Camp Widow – an amazing conference for widowed people – back in February. I sat down beside this guy at the meet & greet on Thursday night, and for the entire rest of the weekend we were inseparable. We shared our whole stories with one another and laughed more than either of us had in ages. Something certainly clicked… although I had no clue then that it would end up meaning I would fall for someone new and be sitting here states away on some whole other adventure…
I’ve been saying for three years now that Drew would give me a really obvious sign about someone new coming into my life. And Mike and I have had many, many obvious signs. One of my favorites was just a few days ago, within hours of arriving in Cincinnati for our trip. He surprised me with a short ferry ride across the Ohio river, and on the other side was a little restaurant he took me to… called Drew’s. Imagine the delight on my face, and the love in my heart. Those are the moments I know that Drew will always be a part of us – just as his wife Megan will be. And speaking of Megan…
We walk inside and sit down by the window. It’s dead in there, no one but us, as it’s around 2pm in the afternoon. I said jokingly “Just watch… our waitress’s name will be Megan”. And sure enough, this very friendly waitress walks up and introduces herself as… you guess it… MEGAN. We both look right at each other in total disbelief. At the end of our lunch, we told her the whole story of us, including their names, and she was as amazed as we were. We chatted a while and there even ended up being other unreal similarities… so we had to get a picture with her for that first crazy memory of this new adventure.
Yesterday we made our way to Mammoth Cave National Park – the main reason for our trip here. We picked this place because it is something we could not have done with our loves that died. Drew was claustrophobic in small spaces, and Megan was unable to due to her medical condition and the bacteria in the air in caves. It’s a hard pill to swallow… but the truth is there. We WILL do things with someone new… Things we never could have experienced had our loves not died. Maybe that’s one of the gifts they leave us… the chance to discover new adventures in a way we couldn’t have done with them. With new eyes and new hearts. I like to think it is.
We did a few tours yesterday of Mammoth Cave, the first cave either of us have explored in years. As we gazed out into the darkness of the tunnels underground, that feeling of wonder and childlike excitement about the unknown filled us both. As we hiked around some 300 feet below the surface of the earth, I couldn’t help but think of the expansive metaphor before us.
Two people who have gone through unspeakable darknesses on our own in life, now walking willfully and quite literally into the darkness together – knowing full well that to love again will inevitably mean to endure pain again. Yet we are doing so with a sense of wonder, not dread. It’s not easy to do. There have been moments on this trip when I have broken down crying because of how new love is reminding me of the love I lost, and also of the fears of losing someone else. But even with all of that, with all we have both endured, how amazing it is that each of us is still able to see wonder in the darkness. To see excitement in the unknown ahead.
I have thought this weekend about enduring the journey through my own darkness for the past three years. I’ve thought about all the pain and fear I have encountered in the dark, and also all the amazement and wonder I have found there. Treasures that cannot be found above ground, but only in the most hidden depths of ourselves. Perhaps that is what the darkness of grief can bring us… a different appreciation for the dark and the light.
One thing is for sure, today I am very grateful. After traversing the dark alone, it is beautiful to have someone to journey into the darkness with me. Someone with their own darkness who is not afraid of mine. I suppose that is the best kind of person to find – one with a galaxy much like our own inside their heart. One who looks into the dark with wonder.
Filed under: Learning To Live Again Tagged: appreciating, beauty, bereavement, dating again, death, grief, loss, new love, new relationships, widow, widowhood
