Last night I returned to New York City for the first time since May. We hit the city limits around 7pm. Traffic moved freely through the twisting freeways and concrete overpasses. My GPS routed me to Bay Ridge, Brooklyn via Manhatten, down the JFK, past the asphalt plant and the towering high rises, down the East River. Past the hospital where Tim died. Under the footbridge I crossed the day of the MRI. Through the awe inspiring infrastructure that makes this seemingly impossible city sustainable. Through the Battery Tunnel,. To my best friend’s apartment, where I last heard Tim’s voice.
The kids were perfect travel companions, considering their age and needs. We found parking quickly and settled in without incident. I slept in the same room I spent that last week of Tim’s life. Sat on the couch where he took his last conscious breath.
It’s surprisingly good to be here. To be with loving friends. To revisit this space. To make new memories.
The coming week will bring museums, subway rides, visits with family. I will bring the kids to the places Tim was so excited to show them. To finish this adventure he started.
Holding Tim in our hearts and minds. Living this new life we have the chance to live.