Anyone recognize the above? It’s a Metallica song. That’s my confession for the day…I’m a Metallica fan! I was OBSESSED with them when I was in high school! It’s hard to believe they’ve been around that long. Any other closet Metallica fans out there? Yes, I know, I’m almost 40, but I can still sing every lyric from every song from their first album through the Black album. Go ahead and try me 
Any way, that song made me start thinking about all of the good times I’ve had…….the travel…the fun. Sometimes, thinking of these events keeps me going, but other times, it becomes a bit distressing, because I wonder what, if any, of these things I’ll be able to do again.
I remember going on college visits with my son. I particularly remember UCONN, because their ice cream in their dairy shop was just so good. It was a beautiful day when we toured the campus…not too warm, and we walked for miles on the tour and had a great time.
I remember going on my honeymoon cruise with my husband a little over six years ago. We had a balcony room (got it for a steal because it was off season!), went on wonderful hiking and snorkeling excursions…it was amazing and definitely the best trip of my life thus far.
I remember going away for a weekend to a remote area of Maine. We stayed in a rental that had a hot tub out on the deck, and the stars were absolutely amazing. I live in an area in CT with a lot of light pollution, and I have never seen starts like that in my life. And certainly not in a hot tub.
I remember the simple things…going out for sushi, taking the dog to the dog park, going for hikes, taking Sunday “excursions” to markets and cheese shops, going on early-morning jogs on the track….
It’s strange that these memories fill me with comfort, hope, AND pain. I loved those times, and I want more of them so badly. But so many of these types of things are going to be VERY difficult with my health limitations, unless things start to improve. My husband jokes that we’ll take an Alaskan cruise instead. Maybe……
Yes I have that happen to me as well. Sometimes they are a comfort and other times they cause hurt and pain. I am grateful that if this was going to happen to me it happened when my daughters were in their late teens and not toddlers. I have to be grateful for what I still have and the hope of what I may get to do again someday.