Travel to celebrate but also to cope with grief

Grief can be heavy at times. Like today.  It’s weighing me down. I slept til 11am on a day I intended to rise at 7. I seemingly slept through 2 alarms to achieve this.

I’m going to try not to beat myself up over this.  I must have needed the sleep. My body out weighing my mind’s desire.

Today is one year since my mom passed away. She was young. 65 years old. Her heart just stopped.

Even writing those 3 sentences makes tears well up.

In any case, people deal with things differently. My brother intends to visit the gravesite. I on the other hand carry her in my heart and plan a somber day. But a day, half way around the world.

I’m in Portugal today.

I tend to cope by traveling. And for this, the first year remembrance I wanted to be alone with my thoughts.

If ever possible I disappear on my birthday too. I’d do the same at Christmas if I had my way… though that’s not always the case. It’s how I choose to cope. Travel allows me to breathe. I find comfort in open spaces and unfamiliar surroundings.

And I write. Alone with my thoughts, but never far from those I carry in my heart. ❤️

Author: Cathie

Travel enthusiast, writer, best selling author and former restaurant owner, Cathie is a creative force and loves a challenge. She specializes in off peak and bargain travel. Better stories start with travel!