Thursday, January 17, 2013

In loving memory of my aunt Margaret


I have always said that this blog would not only be a way for friends and family to follow what I'm doing, but also as an outlet for me to write what's on my mind. So in this post, I am going to attempt to capture my feelings about the passing of someone very close to my heart. Someone magnificent. Someone I had just started to develop a real relationship with. Someone, I assumed, would be around for years to come and who I'd have the opportunity to grow closer to. 

As I sat down to write this post, I wasn't sure where to start. You see, while we were away enjoying the sun, sand and easy flow of fun, a tragedy struck our family. My aunt- who was still very young at heart and had a lot of life to live- was taken from us suddenly. We were forced, while thousands of miles away, to process the news; to compartmentalize and move on vacationing. How did we do? I'd say as well as could be expected.

For those wondering, I will give a brief explanation of what happened.

Last Monday night, my Aunt Margaret was out playing cards with friends. Her neighbor (who was in the card game) wasn't feeling well so she suggested they head home. Once they got home, she brought her neighbor inside, went home and went to sleep. The next morning her neighbor was unable to reach her so she sent her husband over to check on her. When he went inside-  he found her in her bed.

Upon investigation it was discovered that when she got home the night before, she had forgotten to turn her car off and was killed by carbon monoxide in her sleep. We don't know most of the details but from what we've been able to piece together, an unfortunate chain of events led to a sad and tragic accident. Not sickness, or recklessness or even old age- just an accident, something you can't prepare for, no matter how hard you try. 

My aunt Margaret was 11 years older than my dad. Growing up she lived out on long island and we'd get together for holidays- the occasional thanksgiving, and most hannukah's and passovers. I don't know all the details but family is family and there was tension. So as years passed by, we spent fewer holidays on the island and often spent them with my mom's family. In recent years we have started to come together again, celebrating hannukah together every year and trying to see each other whenever there was a celebration. It's been nice having my dad's side of the family in my life again and over the last 6 months, I've been able to spend more time with aunt Margaret. We've shared happy times and sad, and she even accompanied me on an apartment hunting excursion last summer. For the first time, I felt like I had her as my aunt. It was a wonderful feeling and one that I am so glad I had, even though it was fleeting.

Over the last few days I've been having a particularly hard time. A harder time than I've had with the death of anyone else in my family. I've been lucky in that my grandparents on my mother's side are still alive and most other relatives whom I've lost have been old or sick and while their passing was sad- it wasn't tragic. This experience is completely different. I find myself feeling angry, gipped, frustrated. HOW could this have happened? Is a question that crosses my mind multiple times a day. 

It is hard to explain the way I feel now that she is gone. I'm sad, but I think it's in a different way than many of my other family members. While I am sad for times passed, I am more sad for the times we will not get to have. For the closeness that will never get to develop between us and for the feeling of unfinished business that I haven't been able to shake. I'm sad that I will never get to know aunt Margaret beyond what I already did and that I won't get to learn about who she was as a person and what her life was like growing up. But mostly I'm sad that the relationship we had just begun, was so tragically cut short.

It's impossible to make sense of accidents. We don't know why they happen or what we can do to prevent them. We ask ourselves "why us?" and often the truth is, there is no rhyme or reason.

My aunt Margaret was an elegant, caring, passionate, and devoted woman. She put her family above everyone else and was always there to support you. She never judged and somehow, always understood what you were going through. Her hugs were the best in the world and her gifts were always perfectly on point. She was genuine and kind. She was rare. She was stylish and organized (qualities that i'm only now really learning we shared) and she will be missed every single day.

It's hard to take lessons from things so sad or see the positive side of things when they seem so unfair, but aunt Margaret wouldn't want us to be angry, or bitter. She'd want us to find the lesson in this and figure out what we could do to help others. She was selfless that way. So, check your carbon monoxide detectors, double check your cars and don't take anyone in your life foregranted- aunt Margaret would insist.
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Wednesday, January 16, 2013

Viva la Mexico

va·ca·tion
/vāˈkāSHən/

Noun

An extended period of recreation, esp. one spent away from home or in traveling.

Or at least that's what the experts say.

The purpose of taking a vacation is to get away from your daily stress. To unwind, to decompress, to spend time with family and friends. To read books you would otherwise toss on the "I-promise-I-will-read-you-one-day-but-that-day-is-sadly-not-today" nightstand pile. To lay in the sun and get a little too tan, to drink beer at 11am and wear a breathing tube to look at fish- and have that not be weird. 

I was lucky enough to embark on a weeklong vacation with my family and the boy last week and it was started out as, just what we all needed. 

My family has a tendency to book flights as early as humanly possible. If a 4am flight existed that got us to our destination in the prime sunshine hours, (hey tanning is tanning) we'd be on it. Luckily the airplane gods have us in their thoughts and the first possible flight for most destinations is 6am. So you bet your bottom dollar we were on it.

Last Saturday 6 of us headed to the airport for our 6am flight. Now if you work backwards you'll realize: boarding is 30 minutes before take off (5:30), check in is an hour before take off (5:00), and wake up is about 1.5 hours before check in. So at 3:30 when the alarm went off, up we got and off we went- 1 cab, two bags, 6 international passport check ins and we were through security. 15 hours of traveling later (a 4.5 hour flight from new york to dallas, a 1 hour time difference, a two hour layover, a 3 hour flight from dallas to cabo, another hour time difference, and a 45 minute car ride to the hotel) and we had arrrrrived. We walked into the lobby around 5pm cabo time, which was 7pm New York time, meaning upon check-in, we had been awake for 15 hours and the day was not yet over.

Once we unpacked, ate and settled into our routine the craziness calmed. It was the first time our winter Lewie family vacation has included significant others and it was a fantastic addition.

We ate great food, read books, got massages, had many laughs, consumed a LOT of alcohol and genuinely enjoyed each others company. It was a fantastic week away with a beautiful back drop.

Enjoy some photos from our trip:


The view from our room

The boy and I at dinner in San Jose

Sunset from Mona Lisa


Everyone out for drinks and sunset views





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