“In all the old familiar places
That this heart of mine embraces
All day through”
– Billie Holiday
This week has been full of familiar ghosts. Wandering through Edwards, Avon, Beaver Creek, and Vail, it’s just been memory after memory of both David and my mom. While I did end up getting ridiculously sick upon my arrival. Apparently Mr. E. coli decided to hang on since my visit to China and say hello upon my landing here. But in doing so, I was in the supermarket where I took the picture above. I haven’t been through Beaver Creek Center, but I know I will at some point and see the ice-skating rink.
It’s a walk down memory lane with some ups and some downs. I guess this is the group grief package I’ve signed up for on this trip.
