6-wheel, 2-slide Healing
It has been much longer than I ever anticipated since my last post. There are several reasons for that, but the most significant, at least in terms of its impact, was our son-in-law’s being killed in a motorcycle accident on 18 July. He was only 36.
After all the funeral and the insurance actions, we -- my wife, our daughter and I --needed to get away. Despite the forecast for a rainy weekend (a forecast which proved correct), we loaded up our trusty SeeYa and headed out. Three adults, four cats (our daughter added hers to the mix) and a miniature poodle in a 38-foot motorhome. It was a wonderful experience.
We laughed at the cats, we talked, we watched our favorite DVDs, we biked in between rain showers -- we did all the things we normally do when RVing. And in that normalcy, something wonderful happened. Some emotional healing began. Oh, we all know there will be rough days ahead. That’s the way it is crawling out of the pit of grief. But I am convinced that the emotional healing we felt could never have happened if we had stayed home to “take care of business.â€
There is something almost magic about the effect of a RV on relationships. Maybe the motorhome is really a magic carpet that transports us from the world of pain and obligation to a world where the most critical decision is, what are we having for supper? Maybe it was being transported to this world were obligation could be put on hold for a while to let us do something more important -- allow family love to begin to knit us back together. Whatever the case, we are stronger as a family for having spent a rainy weekend together in our motorhome.
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