I recently had the good fortune to travel to Italy with my husband, Bryan. He ended the long-distance travel ban he'd clung to after we lost our son, Noah, to suicide in 2013. Before, Bryan needed the routines and comforts of home —and the reminders of Noah there--to keep him centered, while I craved travel as a grief holiday . Now, Bryan was more willing to venture into the unfamiliar and put up with the discomforts of travel. As it turned out, this trip was full of reminders of Noah and the need for the healing routines of home for both of us.
I wonder if Europe will always feel infused with Noah’s passions while tainted with sadness. Agrodolce: bittersweet--a powerful draw.