I was looking for a picture of Rick cooking to go with a blog post. I came across several pictures from Weeki Wachee. We stayed at a motel, loved it, and Rick went to the park to cook food while I worked during the day.
I knew we had some shots of us at the park. We had completely taken over many of the tables under a gazebo. We each had our own “work” table – me to work on the day job, him to work on websites, plus he had a “food prep” table, and then we had the table where we actually ate the dinner. It was humorous and just the kind of fun we always had together.
I didn’t find those pictures, at first. Instead, I found some photos of us outside the hotel room, eating at our little portable work tables. Rick had bought them for us so we could always work on the road.
I had completely forgotten that Rick had made us steaks and portobello mushrooms – at a motel! He was the consummate “work-around” kind of guy – and he did love his food! I had bought him a portable grill that supposedly didn’t get too hot and could be used anywhere – and he loved to use it on our trips.
Of course, I felt that bittersweet emotion – joy at the time we shared, devastation that he is gone. Our time is over. He will never go to Florida with me again. He will never make a steak dinner. I don’t know if I will ever stop crying.
