Maine without Lawrence
This was the first time I visited Maine since Lawrence's death. I was afraid of the grief, and there was grief--driving down those roads I traveled with him, looking at those views we loved. I miss him wherever I go, wherever I am.
The first time we visited Maine together was for Harvey's memorial, in 2000. Fifteen years ago.
But my family were so very welcoming, and it was a great comfort to see the familiar places. And to meet the newest family member, James and Krystyana's new baby!
Seth and Jenny generously hosted us in a completely fabulous house with stunning views from every window. AND it was right nextdoor to Geof, Ken, and Persis's house AKA Quent's house. THE echt Maine house, that we all remember.At some point, Geof, Maria, Ken, and Sarah Jane--and others?--came swimming along the shore, and Joy, Beatrice, Jacob, and Dave LEAPT INTO THE FREEZING OCEAN TO JOIN THEM!!! It seems astonishing that anyone would risk their lives so carelessly but I am assured they did so. Thankfully, after a couple hours, their body heat returned to normal.Later we partied on the porch at Quent's house, and I was charmed to see Cathie's sign about not trembling the rafters still in place! Lord, that must be 45 years old.
Those continuing their stay with Seth and Jenny for the second week--and newcomers just arriving!-- got the opportunity for a sail on Michael Hope's boat. How blue the water, and fresh the breeze!