January 18, 2015
Izzy dies. We go to the beach. We’re trying to clear our heads, mend our breaking hearts. It’s hard to talk about her without crying. So we talk about our work. Family stuff. Travel. We wander the shore. Everything’s a little more dull without Izzy in the world. True, the ocean is soothing. The sky. The surf. The palm trees. It’s all so beautiful, yet vague. As if viewed from a long way off, even though we’re right there, walking amidst it all. I really don’t know what’s going to pull us out of this emotional riptide. […]