Lake Zurich

This afternoon I headed into the city of Zurich. I didn’t know today was a holiday so all the shops were closed, and the restaurants were bustling. Zurich is situated in a valley with the Alps surrounding it. It’s so beautiful and peaceful. Although, today was very hot, and sometimes the heat took away from the city’s magic. However, upon arriving I went on the ferry boat around Lake Zurich.

The last time I was on a boat was in 2012 when George and I travelled to San Francisco. We took the ferry out to Alcatraz and it was just around this time of year too. Weather being extremely different of course, but we loved being on the boat. We always enjoyed ourselves on boats. The second weekend I visited him in NYC it was on the anniversary of the Burr-Hamilton Duel and we took the ferry to Weehawken to go hiking to the duel site. That was such a fun afternoon. It was so humid that day, but being on the water with the wind weaving through our clothes and whisking across our faces, it felt amazing. So it was no surprise that being on the ferry today stirred up some of those peaceful and happy moments. I thought I could really concentrate on myself while gazing at the mountain tops and the towns that hugged the base of them.

But at one ferry stop, there was a young man who was waving at the boat, just grinning ear to ear. The water was up to his waist and he had a patch of chest hair on his sternum. His body looked like George’s. His messy dirty blonde hair looked like George’s when he was in his 20’s. The only thing that didn’t match was his nose. It was long and pointy, where George had what appeared to be a ball at the end of his. I stared at this man who was just goofing around, because he looked like George when he was younger and a rockstar. It was eerie, and it made me miss what I no longer had. But I’m also grateful for what I was able to have with him. Being a widow is tough. Always searching for something that’s just a memory.


About J.

Fitness professional, fitness & nutrition writer, widowed at 28. Writing about getting through grief through self-care, physical activity, and the ​constant feeling of being uncomfortable.
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1 Response to Lake Zurich

  1. samdyljor says:

    Great post and yes it is tough and sometimes the memories just do not seem enough however, as you are, I am so grateful to have them. MWAH xxx

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