Back in Koukouleika after a whirlwind trip to France and the UK to deliver Cookie to his forever family. Cookie monster was the best travel partner—first driving to Thessaloniki, then flying to Paris, another long car ride to Normandy, a four hour ferry ride, and finally to his new people. He just went along with the flow. I am pretty sure that he knew what was going on. When he looked at me with those flirtatious brown eyes I sensed a bit of sadness which made me cry every time, It wasn’t so easy saying goodbye to this special creature, but I am thrilled that he is with people who already adore him. The letting go triggered some deep down grief that rises to the surface now and again.
I think of Lydia during the first few days after the flood in tears because she was so happy that her mom and dad had found a special place in the world that we all loved, and were getting ready to fix it up beautifully, and truly make it ours. Her grief, made me sadder than my own. This was our family home, and now we feel a bit adrift. Not knowing if we want to invest the time, money, energy, into a property that might flood again. For sure, we will get it to a place that is a lovely place to spend time in the summer, but we aren’t sure if we want to make the the investment that is necessary to make it comfortable for year-round living. Time will tell.
In the meantime, I keep making lists and keep checking things off. There were nine chores today, with one left: find a home for the winter.
Thank you to all of you who donated on Cookie’s GoFundMe. I felt your spirit along the journey with me. Thank you to all of you who read these words, and send sweet messages.
Keeping the faith, W