I’ve not spent much time at the yacht club since my husband died, although I’m still a member, I generally go there during the day only as a place to have meetings. I’ve spent most of my evenings at home with and/or waiting for my kids.
I’ve not set foot on a boat since the day before my husband died last summer. On that day, I was on the Race Committee boat with my friend Hans. It had been a particularly beautiful and carefree summer day, and then the next day, my life exploded into a million pieces.
Last night, I went there for the Friday night boat races and to meet up with some friends, including my favorite sailing buddy, Rosemarie. And of course, I brought my bunny Buttercup. It felt remarkable to return to the natural flow of my life.
I had forgotten how important it is to have fun. I sat at the bar and had a most excellent Manhattan and caught up with old friends. I even made some new friends, ironically, they were all scientists named Tim (three of them) and their brilliant coworker Heather. And it was fun.
The Berkeley Yacht Club has such a warm and welcoming atmosphere, and what a blessing friends are. I feel thankful and blessed this Easter weekend for the luxury of returning to my routines and the very rich and full life I have.
Happy Easter, love and blessings to all.