I’m still feeling under the weather today, but there are signs of improvement on the horizon. For one, I’ve been crying. It seems when I’m sick, the grief kind of gets suppressed. A mixed blessing.
A Facebook memory came up from when Ambrose and I told our families that we were married. I insisted on the picture to send to them. I remember getting out the tripod and figuring out the camera timer to get that shot. That was just before we moved out of the apartment on Lee Street.
I still need to spin up the old external hard drives and get old pictures of us. All my backpacking photos are backed up there, as well as a bunch of other stuff. I know exactly where they are, but I just. . . I’m not ready to look yet. My sister-in-law asked for some of my favorite photos of Ambrose, but that requires digging into those drives.
I’ve been thinking a lot about my earliest times with Ambrose. The adventures that we had as our relationship developed. The foundations that we laid. I am going to need to write about it, but there’s some stuff that’s quite intimate. Intimate, but important. I’ll know when I’m ready.