Jan. 28th The Bahamas
Yesterday B.’s cousin arranged for us to visit the Atlantis
resort as day guests. As we viewed the huge tanks full of exotic fish and as we
explored the water-themed activities of Aquaventure, thoughts of K.B. were ever
with me. Just as they were, constantly, when we were on the beach on Sunday
afternoon. “She would LOVE this!” How she would have delighted in being alone
on a beach with Chris, frolicking in the gentle surf. How she would have loved
tearing down the “Rapids River” at Aquaventure in an inflatable tube.
I tried to think of myself as her surrogate, experiencing
for her what she is no longer able to experience for herself. I went on two of
the “Mayan Tower” slides, one of them taking us through a Plexiglas tube that
stretched through the shark pool. The uncontrolled, disorienting, and—to
me—nauseating speed was not something that I enjoyed, but I felt that I had to
at least try. K.B. would not have wanted to miss out on any water-based thrill,
nor would she have wanted me to, either.
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