The Third Year (May 17, 2025)
The first year was a numbing fog of grief, the second year lifted the fog and revealed with brutal clarity what lay ahead, and the third year was one of unexpected possibilities and experiences in this brave new life. In December, I went on my first "solo" travel experience. While I prefer planning my own trips, I decided to go on a tour so I could travel with people but not be responsible for anyone. I went to Costa Rica for a week and had a wonderful time - I saw wildlife in the jungles and waters of Tortuguero, whitewater rafted on the Sarapiqui River, and ziplined through the cloud forest of Monteverde. I had never gone ziplining before and thought I might be nervous, especially since the cloud forest was particularly rainy and windy that day and the trees whipped all around us. But for some reason I felt uncharacteristically calm about it. As I sailed through the clouds, I looked down and saw the tree tops emerging through the mist. I thought of Scott, and how much he wo...