We were away this week. And by away I mean away. I completely checked out. No phone, no email, no texts, no TV, no Facebook.
Just people. Sand and seals and starfish. Card games and songs and mini golf. Lobster rolls and three different clam chowders. Bright sun and cold fog. A precious baby boy who shares my name. Family.
I was so unplugged I didn’t even take that many pictures. And it was amazing.
Maybe I didn’t check out as much as I checked in.
There was some hard stuff too. That town, that house – they are filled with ghosts for me. I stood at the same counter where I heard my dad’s last words. I walked the same stone terrace where my brother and I lay hand in hand later that night. I drove the same winding streets where we followed the ambulance for miles.