A thing I saw over and over while in Tofino:
That which seems long and twisty the first time you go through it will be much faster on the way back.
The first time we drove up to Radar Hill, walked to Pettinger Point, drove into Tofino from the Hotel, it seemed like it was taking forever. There was always another corner and we craned our necks trying to figure out where we were going, what was coming up.
You never quite know, until you get there.
When you re-traced your route to go back, it was like the time sailed by. You would head back and suddenly you would be where you started from, and almost no time had passed at all.
Every year, on the day after the anniversary of Gabriel’s birth, I try and think about what grief has taught me over the last year.
This year? 6 years on? It feels a bit like the universe has taught me that I am sort of on my way back.
Oh, don’t get me wrong, it still hurts. I still want my baby. I still wish he was here.
As time goes by, I miss him differently. The pain is less acute, but still there.
And sometimes, just like in Tofino, it feels a bit like I’m going through the curves again, but this time on my way back.