When someone you love is in trouble, you are logically drawn to a former place of loss and grief. It is such a welcome surprise to have positive memories spring up out of nowhere.
That happened to me early this morning.
The two years that we watched my mother die of cancer were stressful for the entire extended family.
My husband and I had postponed our real estate search, but found our Michigan home about a month after the funeral.
It was a modest split level home that was adjacent to a golf course, set in the woods and featured an in ground swimming pool. My grieving family, with three teen siblings still at home, were looking for a getaway that summer, and we were happy to host them for a week- long visit.
My job at the time involved a lot of air travel, and I often made use of a corporate limo service to get to the Detroit airport, some 90 miles from our home. It was convenient, inexpensive and familiar, and I opted to send one to the airport to pick up my dad and siblings when they arrived.
The service sent the stretch limo that day, and it was quite the treat; a first for the teens, who sat in the back playing with all the features while Dad rode in the front seat (of course) to engage the driver in conversation.
It was a moment of luxury and a bit of joy that I was happy to provide for a hurting family. They talked about it for many years to come.
They may have had occasion to ride in another limo at some point, but the first ride is always special.
The thought of it still makes me smile.