Lived on the Isle of Skye for over three months with a couple in their late 80s whom I met in a B&B in Huntley , Scotland. Climbed those rocks , ran that ridge and swam those waters for 90 days straight and at night by the fire an after dinner glass of wine...mesmerized by their holy stories of the Isle , world war 1...the son they lost in WW2...the old man had served in both...the tears weld in their eyes as they recounted his heroic death...they were the first to teach me of Neverending sadness. A most beautiful couple in one of the most beautiful places I ever stayed...and a Neverending sadness that they helped me to understand for having to leave both the Isle of Skye and Lawrence after watching my father die from injuries sustained as a Lawrence firefighter. I would spend another four years wandering...learning lessons no ivy league school could ever teach me...
Posted on: Fri, 12 Dec 2014 06:01:37 +0000
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