Well, here I am back in Baja, just south of Ensenada in the beautiful country of Mexico. I’m sitting in the same room and thinking about how it seems like only a moment ago I wrote a post called ” My Hero… My Dad…” But it was a year ago… and many things have changed, as we would expect them too. The obvious changes… although I miss my father every minute of every day, it doesn’t hurt as much as it used to… I do smile and laugh. I wish he was here to talk to and laugh with, but I know he’s around. I’m looking to the future and what it might hold… there’s my writing, not just here, but my novel (well, novels) and screenplays and stage plays. I’m learning to write music too… so let’s add that to the mix.
Some friendships have changed, some stronger, some not so much. I’ve made some new friends and they are pretty terrific. Some friendships have just changed, but they are as strong as ever if not stronger. My family relationships have all gotten so much stronger. There really is nothing like a tragedy to bring people closer together.
I have a multitude of blessings. People and memories to be thankful for… times that will be etched in my mind forever (knock on wood). I’m healthier, happier and stronger, but the hole is still there. I don’t think it will ever be filled, but I’m ok with that. It belongs to my daddy… no one else. He’s still my hero… still my best friend… so I smile as I pack up more of his stuff, cry when I hear music that reminds me how much I miss him and laugh as I remember all the wonderful times.
Baja will always be his place. The place he loved and shared that love with anyone he could. It’s the place I will one day share with my children, just like he shared it with me. Ensenada, Estero and Cantu… the people, the culture, the food, the music. There is no where like it on earth. So, I’m here a year later. It’s still beautiful, and I wish he were still here to share it with, but its still beautiful.
...And Everything in Between... 