Well, after getting the hell out of Calgary [perhaps to never return] I spent a few days licking my wounds in Toronto the hit the road in my son's truck heading off to Newfoundland. It has been an adventure and now I am on the MV Caribou stuck at sea in high winds off Port aux Basques.
The ferry that was supposed to depart at 3:00 PM on Thursday left at 7:15 PM, arrived off Port aux Basques around 4:30 AM and now at 11:00 AM here we are. It has given me plenty of time to reflect and even heal [well at least form a few scabs]. I have no idea what comes next but it will be something new and different and perhaps exciting. I have plans to make, new adventures to plan, new dreams to discover.
I will survive. I always have but it comes at a cost and I feel diminished by the end of the 11 years with someone I loved too well. I created a love I could not sustain - too pure - too innocent. I asked too much of her and in the end we both failed. Say of him he loved if not wisely, too well.
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