The Storm Clouds Gather
The storm clouds in the evening light remind me of Hawaii. As I look out the airport window, the hill to my left is lush and green from this Spring’s rain. Unusual for San Francisco where the hills are usually the color of yellow straw.
Terminal 100 is quiet. Everyone seems remarkably calm for people waiting to fly to Europe. I am so excited I want to jump up and do the happy dance in the middle of the terminal while chanting “I am going to Venice!”
It is funny how the more I travel, the more I crave it. Today, I re-did my list of places to visit. I am now up to 21. If I travel to a different destination every year, I will not finish my list until I am 65!
Claudia, my seventeen year old daughter, finally got excited today. What started as another mother-daughter trip has become darker and more urgent. “Clinical depression.” I look at the young, pretty counselor in her office at Kaiser. “Are you sure?” “Hide all your knives and your pills,” she tells me matter-of-factly as she goes through her check list on what to tell parents when their child is diagnosed with depression. “Are you serious? Even the vitamins?” My father’s ghost has come back to haunt me. It is funny. I thought my son Max was the one who brought his spirit back into the world with the same big blue eyes. But it is in Claudia where my father ‘s tragic sadness lurks.