Of Cheap Wine & Expensive Will Be’s…

Seeing it again was… something.

It’s been a couple years now. And plenty of people have plenty of perspectives enough about what exactly a person should feel by now.

But when the palm trees sway at just a slight certain angle, or the wind goes still, or you find the “Post Irma Normal” wine bottle you saved because you never wanted to think of all the whiskey that got you through those days. Then… it all comes rushing back again. And it’s a hurdle.

And time just makes the memories hit your heart and mind in different ways.

Nothing has ever really been normal since her. She shaped too much of so much that changed.

“You know, I’m glad we are moving now and not later, but we need to hope nothing forms in that ocean that could bring another Irma towards us while we’re traveling.”

“It won’t. And if it does, we will already be packed up and then we will just ride it out again and take shelter,” his confidence included a smile.

See, we stayed through the storm. We bought non perishables, flashlights, shutters. We prepared for the Category 5 heading towards us. Sucking up the sands and tides along its way. We stayed.

We boxed up the Legos and we moved all the furniture and we waved goodbye to our Jeep that sat uncovered. We watched our neighbors get on the highway.

We watched the roads fill with traffic until no traffic remained.

We stayed because it was my job. I wanted us to go but…