I realize as I write, that this is quite possibly a love letter to my Dad. I am writing it from the beach in Fire Island where we have returned for the first time without him. It has taken us four years to be able to come back here, and I realize it's taken me that long to really begin to face my grief
Having no idea what to do next hurts, even as it might excite us on some level. Whether graduating from college or retiring from a long career, the road ahead may appear to be devoid of landmarks - intimidating in its blankness, goading because freedom is supposed to be so desirable yet its reality is often heavy with perplexing dilemmas.