marriage, taxes and death

Dear 2012, 

It's not even March yet and it you have taken me on quite a ride.  I guess I should start at the beginning...

January 1 was my wedding day and it was everything that I wanted it to be.  I closed the Megan White chapter of my life and started a new one, Megan Bowen.  So far so great...

On January 2 my new husband, Jay, and I flew to the majestic island of Kauai Hawaii for a 16 night honeymoon We stayed on the south shore at Poipu beach and experienced just about everything you can on the island form snorkeling, fishing, zip lining, hiking, kayaking to going on boat trips, helicopter rides and amazingly beautiful beaches and ocean.  A trip of a lifetime that I will never forget.

On January 19 I was able to visit with my family in CA on the way home to NYC.  I saw my grandpa Byrl, who had been sick for some time but was still hanging in there.

On January 20 I returned to NYC and remembered why I love the city so much.  There is something breathtaking about a skyline of incredible buildings rising above the water that surrounds them.  In a weird way it reminds of of the Na Pali Coast in Kauai with the sheer cliffs rising from the crashing waves on one side of the island.

I was back at work on January 23 and it was a fairly smooth transition back into reality.  That's all on this topic for now.


On January 26, I find out my grandpa Byrl passed away.  He taught me how to play chess, helped me with algebra homework and introduced me to philosophy among many other things.  He always told me to "Treasure my Youth" and "Accept no guilt, assign no blame."  


I completed my taxes on February 4 and Jay's as well and we already got our refunds as I write this.


I turned 28 on February 13 and had the acute realization that life goes on no matter what is happening to individual people and its' up to each person to decide how they go about living.   


Another beloved relative, Rick Adessi passed on February 18 and we attended the funeral services on February 24.  A beautiful Catholic mass, followed by the burial at the ceremony and a reception at a lovely banquet hall.


I grieved for Rick but also for my grandpa Byrl.  I enjoyed the religious readings and prayers. I was moved by the singing and organ playing and readings from the close family members.  Death is complicated yet so simple.  It evokes every emotion intensely.  It leaves me at a loss for words and forces me to re evaluate the way I live my life and revisit my blogging.

Until next post....