Day: October 11, 2015
The question we asked consistently at this point, is what now? How soon are you going home?
This evening Danny and I will fly to Vegas, so he can do his BBJ recurrent tomorrow. After he’s completed it we will drive a rental car to California, and spend a couple nights with our sweet Mom and Dad in Nipomo. On Wednesday he will do some required emergency training in Van Nuys after which we will drive back to Vegas, drop the rental off and fly back to Idaho Falls on Thursday morning. It’ll be a whirlwind trip, but we’ll be getting some very important things taken care of, and more importantly, we will get to spend a little time with our wonderful parents.
Tomorrow I will find out if my shoulder needs surgery right away. If it does, we’ll get it done and then head home to our boat, and if not, we’ll head home sooner than later. It’s going to be hard leaving Mommy, Kjira, Hunter and Bernadine, but our home has been sitting for so long now and we have much to do.
As soon as we install our water maker, new batteries and solar panels, we will set sail for Jamaica, then Cayman Islands, Roatan, Belize, and then be in Cancun/Isla Mujeres area by Christmas.
So there you have it…the Govatos schedule. (Realizing of course that we could come up with an entirely different plan a couple minutes from now)
Many have told me I’d feel better once I adjusted to the new normal. What does that mean? Our lives are constantly evolving and every day is a new beginning and lessons we learn right now will make us think differently a month from now. I guess the only thing normal is change. My childhood was perfect in my eyes. My brother and the journey our lives took together has been perfect too. I am so grateful for he and I have, because nothing will ever change it, and those memories are mine to keep forever.
So, in my new today, Danny and I ran a few errands side by side, held hands and talked and felt gratitude for the fact that 18 months ago today, we walked barefoot in the sand on a beach in Hawaii, and were married just before sunset.
This evening after dark, he and I walked to the cemetery together and sat by Jan and Daddy’s graves for a while. We talked of memories and laughed together. I even called Jan an insulting name, just like we always do, then after a while we told him and Daddy that we love them and walked back to the house. I ask myself if I would have lived these past 18 months differently had I known then that my father would leave me 16 months and my brother 18 months from then? The answer is no, I have no regrets, because I have loved them completely, and felt their love for me every day, and now that they’re gone from my view, nothing concerning those feelings of love is changed or new. That’s my normal.