My first week back to work last week was horrendous. The death of Stuart cast a dark spell over all of us, and his funeral was…well, what words can I use to convey utter sadness? I have worked with Stuart for 12 years. We shared numerous meals together, shared many of our daily life stories, annoyed the hell out of each other, and shared much laughter. Stuart and I spent so much time together during a certain period a few years back that even my then live-in boyfriend thought that Stuart and I were having an affair. So the flood of memories brought so many tears that I didn’t have enough Kleenex at his funeral. It’s been exactly one week since the deluge of tears, and I hope it will be a long, long time before I must attend another funeral.
As I shared stories and pictures of Barcelona with friends, I experienced Post Traumatic Travel Withdrawal…again. Yesterday at work I actually cried (yes, actual tears) because I was so sad that Barcelona was my last trip for this year and that I didn’t know exactly when or where my next trip would be. Yes, I cried in front of a co-worker. And another co-worker actually had the audacity to say, “But you just came back from a trip….” I wanted to say to him, “Yes, and your point is????” The audacity of his comment made me want to kick his ass, especially since he is leaving for a f*king vacation starting tomorrow. Bastard!
The good thing about life is that darkness doesn’t loom too long. There is always lightness after darkness, life after death, and happiness followed by sadness. So after the harsh reality of returning to work, leaving Barcelona’s Mediterranean climate and coming home to Chicago’s dreary weather, and experiencing much sadness of Stuart’s death, I was so very happy to receive the following picture via a text when I awoke this morning. As I opened the picture on my iPhone, sent to me from Italy, I was reminded of the many beauties of life: the Fall foliage, a white Bentley, and a handsome groom in a Dolce & Gabbana tuxedo on his wedding day. He is on his honeymoon in Italy right now with his beautiful bride, who, by the way, wore a Vera Wang gown. Picture perfect. Thank goodness for La Dolce Vita…
Dolce, Dolce, Dolce!