“Have Fun in Barcelona.”

I tried very hard to write last night but all I could do was stare at my screen.  It didn’t help that I couldn’t stop crying.  My day started beautifully:  I had brunch at Fred’s with a friend who is getting married next weekend.  She will be gorgeously draped in  a Vera Wang gown with her gorgeous husband-to-be.  Then, she will be whisked away to the Amalfi Coast on her honeymoon.  A fairy tale vision, right?  Yes, indeed.  But then after I said good bye to my friend, I got a voicemail.  It was my colleague, a man I have known for 12 years who is dying from melanoma.  What’s strange is that I decided that I wasn’t going to visit him after sending him a text  a few days ago and getting a strange response, which I thought meant that he didn’t want me to visit him.  Knowing that I would probably miss the news of his death as well as his funeral while I’m in Barcelona made me feel guilty, sad, whatever.  So I returned his call and he answered, and I told him I would visit him.  He sounded VERY upbeat, whereas before, I was told that he was pretty far out there as he was on hourly morphine doses.  So off I went to visit him at the hospice center.  The elevator that I had to take seemed like miles away from the check-in desk for some reason, and because there was absolutely no one at all in the halls, I felt like I was in some horror movie where I get killed somehow.  Strange, I know, but that’s how it felt. When I entered the room, I did not recognize my colleague.  A nice looking man who is 51 years old who always looked 10 years younger, my friend now was a bald man, gaunt, expressionless, who looked close to 100 years old.  No lie.  No exaggeration.  Thank goodness his sister and his friend were there because otherwise, I would have lost it right in front of him.   The good thing was, he was very alert and aware.  It was good to just catch up, and I’m so glad I sat with him.  I even watched him eat his dinner. After visiting for some time, he signaled for everyone to leave the room as he was very tired and needed his rest.  I gave him a hug trying to not disturb the tubes running alongside of him.  As I turned away, my friend said, “Have fun in Barcelona.”

Yes, I will absolutely, most definitely HAVE FUN IN BARCELONA.  The visit with my dying friend further ignites my passion for more travel.  I want to do all that I can while I still can.  As my friend can tell you, life is SO very short.  Yes, to LIFE.  Yes, to TRAVEL.  Yes.  My flight leaves in 12 hours! 

About Blogatrixx

I took a solo trip to Turkey that changed me. Wanderlust was ignited as well as a passion for photography. I want to keep traveling and discovering our world.
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