Because of a previous commitment the earliest I could leave would be one o’clock on a Saturday afternoon. One o’clock turned into two o’clock and it was three o’clock when I finally was packed and on the road.
To make matters worse I had driven only 30 miles when I was so tired I had to pull into a rest area to take a quick power nap. So, barely into my 250-mile trip with at least four more hours to go, I was hopelessly behind. As I arrived in Phoenix where the traffic was atrocious, I said to myself, “Why don’t I just turn around and go back home? This is ridiculous!”
The original plan was to arrive at Blue Ridge Reservoir, set up camp, fish for an hour or two, return to camp, have a bite to eat, enjoy a campfire and a cup of hot chocolate before going to bed. Instead, I arrived at my destination after dark, fumbled around attempting to set up camp, looking in amazement at the millions of bright stars that dotted the sky, and finally dropped into bed totally exhausted.
After fighting a losing battle with several elusive mosquitoes and an air mattress that refused to keep its chambers full of air, morning finally arrived. I was delighted to see the sun come up and to get myself out of bed.
I’d personally like to thank the person that discovered coffee! Coffee is the one thing for me that resets the clock for “ready to go” every morning and especially this particular morning. It made my breakfast, which was the backpacker meal of spaghetti and meatballs, go down effortlessly. I arrived at the ramp at Blue Ridge Reservoir at 7 am and sat at the shores edge trying to figure out how to get myself, a small cooler, fishing pole and miscellaneous fishing gear into a kayak designed for a single, 175-pound person. It was like trying to stuff 10 pounds of potatoes into a 5-pound bag.
Pushing myself out into the water, I paddled across the lake and quickly found an area where the fish seemed willing to be caught. Fishing for the next four hours proved to be as enjoyable as any time I could remember. I caught seven fish. Two were too small to keep. One jumped off the hook as it came into the boat. Three came home for dinner. They were, of course, the dinner! Now, you aren’t going to believe this, but the biggest one was in the boat with me and in my attempt to have it join the other three on the stringer, it jumped back into the water. REALLY!
As I returned to the boat ramp everyone was surprised at the amount of fish I brought back. Most of the others had not found very many gullible fish. So, the question of the day I kept being asked was, “What are you using for bait?”
You may have heard the expression, “You should have been here yesterday!” Well, I was there yesterday, and I was the guy that caught all the fish.
A memorable trip to be sure! A perfect trip? Not hardly. A perfect trip would have included all of the following: fishing for two days instead of one, a boat large enough to fit me, the gear, and of course, the capture of that fish that got away (really!), the company of my grandson to share the experience with, a campfire (What’s camping without a campfire, anyway?), and finally the absence of the pesky mosquitoes that wanted to suck the life right out of me.
Would I make the trip again knowing it would have the same results? I WOULD DO IT AGAIN IN A HEARTBEAT!
Grief is kind of like this fishing trip. It’s almost always about wishing something was MORE, BETTER, OR DIFFERENT. In the case of the loss of a loved one, there are always regrets surrounding one or more of these wishes. While you can’t change the event or what happened, you can choose to retain the fond memories without having to endure the pain that often tags along.
The Grief & Wellness Group can show you how to live in the delight of those fond memories and reset the clock so you don’t spend years living with the regrets of what did or did not happen.
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Certified Grief Recovery Specialist
Bob has over 20 years of experience as an educator and administrator. As a Grief Recovery Specialist and a Veteran, he delights in helping individuals move beyond the pain of loss.