Six months have passed since the last time that I deliberately traveled the Lincoln Highway. It was a happy vacation with my sweet, kind, and wonderful boyfriend, Dave. We journeyed to Bedford and spent the night at the Bonnet Tavern and then traveled on to Gettysburg with a quick stop at Mister Ed’s Elephant Museum. I was composing my blog post in my head the whole way home.
I never wrote that post as the day after our return my beloved passed away suddenly. Since that time words have failed me. The Lincoln Highway no longer feels like an old friend or trusted companion anymore. Instead all I feel when I think of the road is sadness and betrayal and anger that it took my best friend away from me.
In many other ways my life has moved on and I have become a better person because of what happened. For as long as I have loved this road before, I want to forgive it, but I honestly don’t know if I can. What it took from me it can never return.
In two months time my web address will expire. Maybe by that time things will become clearer to me, I do not know.
