History in the Making Part I

Here I sit at the computer while my nephew, his bride, many of my relatives along with my daughters are all in the Mayan Riviera at an upscale resort, soaking in the sun and enjoying the sea as well as the local tequila &/or perhaps corona with lime.

The wedding takes place today, and I sent my love-filled wishes in a card and gift with my younger brother to give to his son and new daughter-in-law.

It is coincidental that I was ill and unable to fly without consequence.

I hope to visit the newlyweds, perhaps at the end of this summer. My nephew told me he is marrying his ‘soul mate’. He and I share that belief.

If the wedding had taken place in the west, I would have planned to attend, as when I travel there I will also be able to visit my mother’s elderly sisters.

In this current economic climate and stage in my life, I must choose my travel destinations as wisely as possible, without guilt.

When I can use loyalty reward miles, as travel to all destinations in Canada and the United States allows me, I am more likely to take advantage of these trips.

If I can combine a visit to unknown places with or to see people I know, I feel blessed.

As I have never travelled further east across the Atlantic than to Newfoundland, I believe it is time for me to bridge that particular gap.

I had been thinking of going to the UK in September, and would have combined the trip with a visit to a good friend, who is living and working near London for one year.

He has very kindly extended an open invitation to all of his family and friends while he is there.

I met this individual when we were both participants in a divorcecare group, before I became a facilitator.

We know details about each other’s lives that could only be learned that quickly based on the trust and confidentiality that is necessarily written and signed as a contract in a support group such as this.

I only have two platonic male friends, who I believe would do anything for me, and this man is one of those.

The other will soon be married to another of my very good friends, and it is through her that I met him.

She and I were participants in a women’s support group when both of us had recently separated, more than ten years ago, before our divorces.

As kindred spirits, our friendship blossomed quickly.

The topic of male-female friendships is an interesting and sometimes complex one, which I will discuss in another post.

Part II of this post will follow . . .