We had this recurring conversation, that first July week - the week before he flew to Crete. "If we can just get everything done and settled, we could have a little bit of relaxed time before I go," he said. It never happened.. and I'd kinda known it wouldn't. Because there were lost items to find, insurance to change, random stacks of papers to sort, suitcases to pack. It seemed a hopeless hope to think there might be quiet stretches in the days before he left. An international move for a family of six, right after selling and vacating your house, doesn't go down like that.
I smiled inwardly at him when he'd said it, those weeks ago, and now I smile at myself. Or try to.Read More