Long time, no post

You picture one thing in your head, and then reality ends up being vastly different.  As you know, if you've been checking, I haven't posted in a while.  What has happened over the last 5-6 days?  Did time freeze in a bottle?  Were we so caught up in the fun that we lost track of time?  Were things so horrible that we simply couldn't post?  No.  No.  And No.  Rewind and Replay...and filling in the blanks a little more along the way.

Rewind. Seven night ago we were disembarking (what a word, huh?) from a plane in sunny Ft. Lauderdale.  Temps were a toasty 75.  Yum.  We stayed the night at Roger's Uncle Larry's house Thursday night. Then the next day, piled back into our rental car and headed south.  For those of you tracking the ever-persistent-Wethington-cloud-of-bad-luck....it follows us to multiple zip codes.  The fabulous Florida weather turned and headed to chilly temps with rain.  Kinda funny in the scheme of things.  Nonetheless, we persevered and headed south. Stayed a night in Key largo and then continued south. 

Along the way we stopped in Islamorada where we were married.  We stopped at the inn where we stayed and where we were actually married on the beach 17 years ago.  Ironically it was (still is)  named the Ragged Edge (kinda like we both feel sometimes).  It was strangely bitter sweet to be back there. The world was so, so different when we were married.  Not a care in the world. Well, I'm sure there were cares but none seem to register.  And today? Well, its a different world.  I have pictures but alas, the camera with the pictures is with Roger (still in Florida) and I'm in Indianapolis. Roger said he'd send me the pictures tomorrow, so I'll post them once received. 

From Islamorada, we drove south and eventually ended up in Key West.  We've been there several times before.  The Wethington way - rather, the Roger Wethington way - is that we never book accommodations ahead of time.  You drive and search out hotels.  So, we drove and drove.  Booked, booked.  Or, um gross room -  so I don't care if there are available rooms!  Booked, booked.  You get the picture.  And, um EXPENSIVE.  We finally found the absolutely most beautiful place called the Southern Most Hotel, literally at the farthest most southern tip of the US (allegedly).  The facility is this gorgeous historic Key West-type-charm.  We ended up getting a beautiful suite.  Entirely too large for 2 people, but included a balcony with a beautiful view of the ocean. So, on the bad days when Roger wasn't up for exploring or was too tired to continue he could snooze in bed, and I could sit on the balcony reading within earshot.  Our last evening in Key West, we walked to the water's edge and watched the sun slowly dip into the water and fade away for the evening.  And, as we huddled together against the wind (Wethington bad luck with weather, remember), we quietly watched the sun go to bed.  After a while, we walked away silently hand in hand.  No words but a lot of unspoken emotion.  We walked to dinner and once seated at this charming little Italian restaurant we finally broached the evening. Roger said, after several moments, "what if that's the last sunrise we see together here?"  The unflappable me responded, "well shame on us if that's the case.  All we have to do is book a flight and get our butts down here.  So, this will NOT be our last sunrise down here."  Obviously, I understood the emotional driver and felt it myself (though I won't admit that in public)... but NO, there is NO reason we won't be down to the Keys again (or other warm parts) for more sunrises. 

Anyway, loads more to post including a ridiculous series of events that happened once I got home. 

I am missing my husband.  The house is considerably quieter and the bed is considerably more lonely.  I don't even have the cats (will explain more when I'm not so pooped and in desperate need of sleep) .  Roger and I realized we haven't been apart but for a couple nights here and there over the last 2 years when our little cancer adventure started.  And knowing how much we've been through, its hard not to feel a little unearthed.  We both were moved to tears, like moon-struck teenagers as we said goodbye at the airport.  Silly, huh? 

Well, for now, that's all. 
Too worn out and a little sad, missing Roger.

Pictures tomorrow.  G'night. Love, Angie