More Grief
I remember the first time I dove into the pool for exercise. I was at the Francis Family YMCA and I had decided that I needed to add swimming to my weekly exercise. I told myself that I had to stay in the pool for 20 minutes or 10 laps (there and backs). At first, it was the 20 minutes, but soon I was out of there in less than 20.
I changed my plan and committed to 30 minutes of time versus counting laps. I remember doing four different strokes (breast, right side, left side, and back). I was a faithful 'swimmer'. Not that fast but I didn't drown. I swam for three years until I stopped five years ago.
I stopped because in 2010, the year I turned 50, my house caught fire and I lived with my brother for six months while the damage was repaired. The stress of it caused be to develop shingles. I didn't think shingles were a good thing to put in the pool water so I stopped. After two months, I was out of the habit.
Why am I writing about swimming? It won't bring Haylee back. Someday, I'll accept that she's gone. Until then, perhaps it's time to jump back in the water.
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