A Mānoa Girl's Bloggie

I’ve learned first hand that grief has its soft edges, and it also has hard edges. I still feel the jagged ones about my dad’s suicide, even though it’s been over fifty years now. I’ve been feeling the sharp edges about my special friend, Carol, for the past week, too; it’s hard to believe that it’s been almost four years now since she walked through that door without us all. Because the edges have been so hard to bear, I suggested to Nolemana that we drive up to Rowena Crest, knowing that the Arrowleaf Balsamroot and the Lupines would be at full bloom. Carol loved it there so much, and I wanted to not only go in her memory, but also hoped that somehow she’d be able to be there with me. I knew I’d cry, and I did, but it ended up being a good decision to go.

We started up the Columbia River Gorge, and just before we got to Corbett, we saw a train!