A time to mourn
I suppose I should go to Trinidad tomorrow for the 30th anniversary of my first seeing otters there. My heart really isn't in it, though. Everything I knew and loved there is gone, even the old fishing pier itself. Otters haven't been a part of my life for over 5 years now. Can it be true? I never imagined that could happen; that it would all end like that. But it did, and there's no going back. So maybe I won't go tomorrow after all. There's nothing to celebrate anymore - only losses to mourn.