WPC: Gone, But Not Forgotten
I’m feeling a bit melancholy. Memories of times past can bring sweet joy and deep sadness.
When ‘the Chef’ and I got married we traded the obligatory wedding reception for a trip to Lake Superior Provincial Park. We both love nature and wanted to celebrate in a place that brought us great happiness. With a small, willing group of our closest friends and family we led a ‘caravan of love’ up north for a week of camping.
Each day we explored the park as a group and each night a couple provided a theme for dinner festivities that always led to inspired, delightful surprises.
One day we decided to explore a small bay. The sun was in full force and we welcomed its soothing warmth. We took off our socks and hiking boots and slowly meandered to the end of the beach where we were stopped by an outcropping of rocks.
I don’t remember who it was that started it but in the end, each of us had placed a rock on top of each other until we formed an inukshuk. It will always remind me of the time when we were together and content. I often wonder how long it lasted before the elements knocked it over.
It makes me happy to think about that day but my heart is also saddened by the thought that two couples have broken up since then. It’s a time that’s gone, but not forgotten.
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