“Why not?” I asked myself. “I could always use them as decoration or maybe actually send a postcard to someone.”
I always equated postcards with vacations. Either I would receive one from a friend on vacation, or I would send one when I was on vacation. Postcards = vacation.
With the pack of postcards in my hand, I realized that I had just broken the equation I had ingrained in my head.
I then thought of the best vacation I had ever taken in my life – a vacation I had taken thousands of lifetimes ago – to a magical place by the sea, the Adriatic Sea, in a little town called Termoli.
Although known for its beautiful beaches, Termoli is not really a town for tourists, and is more of a place where people actually live. It was a place where A let me grieve for S while showing me that I can learn to love again. A and I would walk along the beaches and into the historic castle fort and we would not long for the past or plan for the future. We simply lived in the moment. I stayed in Termoli with A until my money ran out and I had to go back to the U.S. to face my responsibilities and real life.
Sadly, I never did see A again, and I haven’t been back to Termoli since then. He passed away a few years ago – a tragic, unexpected death, and a devastating loss for all who knew and loved him. I received a letter from his family a while ago, inviting me and G to come visit them, my family, in Termoli.
I only spent $1 on the pack of the postcards, and I got so much more than I imagined I would: a flood of memories, a bittersweet reminder of A, and the inspiration to live in the moment.
Here’s to you, A. You were always my angel. I’ll see you again someday.
“Perhaps they are not stars, but rather openings in heaven where the love of our lost ones pours through and shines down upon us to let us know they are happy.” ~ Eskimo Proverb