Roadtripping Thru Grief

In 1988, the movie Cocktail came out.  I loved it, I still love it.  I was 14 years old when it was released. 

From the first time I watched it, I remember saying to myself and others, “One day I’m gonna move to the Caribbean and open a Tiki Bar.”  When one of the VHS rental stores was going out of business, my mom bought me a copy of the movie.  When I digitized the VHS home movies, I included Cocktail as well.

The Caribbean lifestyle has drawn me in since before I ever visited in person. It definitely caught my attention when I watched that movie. The palm trees, the salt water, the sound of the waves, the music, the slow pace…all of it was a dream. I’ve been very fortunate to travel. I’ve been to beaches in almost every coastal state, including those around the Great Lakes. I’ve been to beaches in Hawaii, Mexico, England, and the Florida Keys. In 2002, I traveled to the Caribbean for the first time, St. Croix. In 2014, I spent my 40th birthday in Grand Cayman.  Both islands were beautiful but didn’t quite seem doable or like “the” spot.

In 2024, I took a cruise for my 50th birthday. One of the ports of call was San Juan, Puerto Rico.  At the last minute, I booked an excursion to walk around Old San Juan.  As soon as I stepped off the ship, it felt doable and peaceful.  I can’t explain the feeling that came over me.  I knew nothing about the rest of the island. However, I almost immediately booked a trip back to check out the whole island. 

Puerto Rico has it all, in my opinion. Beaches and mountains, city and country, convenience shopping and side of the road markets, award winning restaurants and food trucks, Spanish and English (I’ve even used my sign language skills quite a bit). If it doesn’t have it all, the rest of the islands are a short ferry ride or cheap plane ride away.  I plan to explore as many islands as possible.  Maybe this island isn’t forever, but I’m loving it so far.

Within 6 weeks of being on an island for about 5 hours, in only a small area, I was looking for a place to live and what type of work I could do on the island.

Family, friends, coworkers, and strangers ask me,  “Why Puerto Rico?!”  It’s not an easy answer.  From the outside looking in, it seems kind of crazy, quick, and impossible.  Throughout life, there are windows of opportunity, and if you don’t jump out the window at the right time, it may never open again.  I found the place, I just needed to get everything else to fall in line.

“One day I’m going to move to a Caribbean island and open a Tiki Bar”.  37 years later, lots of life, careers, moves, and death in between….I’m half way there.  I’ve had other dreams, however, I remember exactly when this dream started and it has stayed with me as other dreams have come and gone.

Some people think the story started 6 years ago.  June 26th, 2019, I received the worst phone call I’ve ever had.  I think it started in 1974.  Everything that has happened since that phone call, was based on every decision I made before that phone call.

My mom was my best friend. She knew what I was thinking before I thought it.  She knew my dreams before I dreamed them.  And man, did she show up in my dreams after she left us (another story for another time). I knew my whole life when I lost my mom, it would take me out. 

I can count on less than my two hands, how many days I didn’t speak to my mom in my whole 45 years of life.  Every day, I spoke with her, even when I was in another country or another state. I called my mom as I was driving home from work on June 25th, like I always did.  Immediately, I knew something was wrong, I heard the machines in the background.  It was a short call (now regrettably short).  She told me about the procedure they would do the next day.  She really didn’t have the energy or the breath to talk much more than that. After hanging up, all I thought was….thank God they caught it.  She was in the hospital, they would fix it. She didn’t make it thru the procedure. I dont have many regrets in life.  There are some things I wish I had done differently but not really regret.  Then again, had I made a different decision, who knows where I would be right now.  I do wish I had taken an early morning flight back to Michigan to see her before surgery. But they were gonna fix her heart, she was going to be ok.  Instead, I got up and got ready for work. I got the call from my brother on my way to work.  That phone call did, in fact, take me out. 

A couple of really good friends dropped everything to help get me home, packed, and to the airport.  I dont remember even making the phone calls from the side of the interstate in Houston.  Some family booked my ticket and made plans to pick me up in Michigan and get me “home”. 

By the next day, I had decided I was moving back to Michigan.  Several people tried talking me out of it, most of all my dad. There have been lots of things said about why I left my career, my house, my friends, and my life to take care of my dad.  “It is the right thing to do.” “You are such a good daughter.” “It’s gonna be so hard.”   The truth is, losing my mom took me out.  I couldn’t function in the job I had.  I was not in a place to keep myself safe, let alone anyone else.  Maybe if I was in a different job, I would have stayed working.  But I wasn’t, I carried life and death decisions on my belt.  The truth is, I decided to move back home in the 24 hours after I got the phone call because there was nothing else I could do. 

I always thought it was an exaggeration when people say their heart is broken.  However, I have never felt such a physical pain as I did in my heart when I lost my best friend.  I said to myself many times….”stop this is literally damaging your heart”.  I’ve always had a pretty calm and realistic view of people passing.  Accidents happen, people age, people get sick, and people don’t take care of themselves.  I know I’m lucky to have had my parents as long as I did.  But geez, when it is the other half of your brain, your heart it doesn’t matter how old you are.  Losing my mom took me out.

6 years ago, my whole life, my mindset, my goals, my dreams, my relationships, my “next steps”, my worries, my cares, my priorities and my identity changed in an instant.  A lot of people ask…how did you end up in Puerto Rico?  My short answer is, it was time to make a change.  The long answer is, losing my mom took me out. Losing my mom influences me to live the most authentic, simplest, and stress free life.

My mom is missed by many people she was the go-to person for many people. She was kind, creative, giving, and smart!  But she was my everything.  In a grief group I attended, secondary losses are a topic in the program.  I could list allllll the things I lost when my mom passed and then I could list more.  I will never live more than a couple of minutes from work because I can’t call her on my way home anymore.  “They” say it gets easier with time, I disagree.  It shifts and changes, but I dont think it is easier.

So, 6 years later, I spent the day in the sun, by the ocean, in a pool.  My mom would love the life I’m living.  She would have been right next to me in the pool, getting tan and a little pink. I miss my water buddy! 

Going from a constant rolling list of things I needed to do in a day or a week….to literally only having a list of things I would “like” to do…is such a hard adjustment. 

If I dont feel like doing a single thing on my weekend….it’s ok.  If I want to sleep in or lay around alll day….it’s ok.  If I want to work on a project for myself over several days and leave it out while I can’t work on it….it’s ok.  It’s been years since I have felt like I could read a book in one sitting guilt free, something I used to really enjoy.

The amount of guilt and anxiety I had over always having to be productive or get things done or work extra hours is indescribable. I have cut back so much on bills and physical stuff. I get to work a normal schedule. I still have more to get rid of.  So weird, but I will get used to it.

Throughout the 4 years I took care of my dad, we had one conversation over and over.  He had the same worry and question, but I never had the answer.

He always felt guilty that I quit my job, sold my house, and moved back to Michigan to be with him.  However, he knew it was the best answer.  Begrudgingly, he accepted the choice I made.  The alternative was him going to assisted living. 

He asked me often….”Where are you gonna live?  Where will you work?  How are you going to take care of yourself?”  He was very worried about my brother and me.  I think he was always more worried about me because I was single, female, and not working.  He was also very proud of the work both of us had chosen to do. These conversations were difficult and emotional for both of us.

At first, I didn’t have an answer, I had just thrown my whole life in the air. I couldn’t plan anything in the future because no one has a date they will leave this world.  I always had a plan to travel a bit. I planned to grieve, heal, and clean out the house my parents lived in for 40+ years.  After that, I wasn’t quite sure what I would do. I fully understand how fortunate I am to have had the resources and time to do these things without rushing back into work.

Eventually, I started “dreaming” with him.  When you come to that stage in life, you start listing all the things you wished you would have done, the places you wished you would have gone. We would also talk about the places he had seen, the things he had done while he was able to.  I always told him I would travel for about a year and handle affairs in between road trips.  Everyone knew I would not stay in Michigan.  So I told him about the places I may move to, the Caribbean was always at the top of the list. I talked about the type of work I wanted, Federal jobs were at the top of the list because I could move around.  I dont like being stuck in one place for too long.

One particular time we were having this conversation…again.  You know, dementia.  So, I started listing all the national parks I could work at and move around as the weather changed.  Sleeping Bear Sand Dunes,  Biscayne Bay, Dry Tortugas, Yellowstone, then I said, Hawaii Volcanoes National Park.  He had been there.  Mom, Dad, Aunt Sue, Aunt Carole, Uncle Tom, and I went to Hawaii somewhere around 2002.  We took a helicopter ride over the volcano.  Of all the places we talked about, he said to me, “If you move to Hawaii without me, I will come haunt you as long as you are there”.  In response, I told him, if you come haunt me, I will throw your ashes into the mouth of the volcano instead of under the Mackinac Bridge like you have always wanted.  I still laugh about this particular conversation.

Anyways, him and mom are somewhere in the Straights of Mackinac, I am in the Caribbean, and this week, I finished my training and became fully certified in my federal job (not a national park).

Two years ago today, he let go, I know he couldn’t stand, not knowing how things would work out for Jeff and I, that we would be ok.  I pray he can rest in peace now that both of us landed on our feet.

Over these last 6 years, I have learned to let go of control and have faith.  I have learned to follow your dreams and live life.  Life isn’t all about the rat race , work, money and having all the things. Life is about relationships and experiences.