Hello, This is a post I published on my blog this afternoon. I lost my soulmate and partner Scott on November 17, 2020. He died of a massive heart attack. It was a shock. I thank god I was with him. We met when I was fifty two years old, I had been single most of my life and I was so happy to finally meet my best friend and soulmate. We only had three years together. They were the best three years of my life. If you would like to follow my journey, you can find me at www.astheroadwanders.com
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"Discovering Lemons on the Road"
I need to get out everyday to preserve my sanity. Before I met Scott, I was always traveling along the back roads by myself discovering new places with my dogs on my days off and even more so when I owned my pet sitting business. With Scott, of course, we rarely missed a day exploring the back roads.
This afternoon, the car guided me to the town of Sonoma and General Vallejo's Home. Earlier this year, Scott spent a precious day with his daughter hiking the trails, it was the first time I met her. We had lunch afterwards at a cafe in the center of town. I will always remember that day. It was beautiful to see them talking and being in nature together.
Today, it was another emotionally challenging day. Visiting this park, memories and a quiet sadness surfaced and lingered as I walked the grounds.
After my walk, there was a bright moment when a "feral" cat whom the park rangers warned me not to pet, "she bites" approached me. That didn't deter me and the cat. I found a spot on a porch near the fountain that I knew would entice her and sure enough it did. I found a comfortable spot on the stairs to sit. The smokey blue tortoiseshell cat with a clipped ear proving she had been trapped and spayed sauntered up the steps and almost into my lap purring away. I petted her head and scratched behind her ears as we watched the fountain bubble and splash in the shadows and light of the fading sun.
As I left the park, the ranger offered me citrus from the Meyer lemon tree. Back at home, I sliced a small piece to add to my ice water. I feel like I can go back to the park again, there might be a cat there waiting for me.
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