There is a story of loss in the book “Tiny Beautiful Things” by Cheryl Strayed. If you haven’t read it, please do so at your earliest convenience. I promise regardless of your life story something will resonate. You will feel. You will understand. You will cry.
The story that made me feel all the feels was about the loss of a child. There was a line that said, “this is a genuinely, mind-fuckingly, soul-crushingly, life-altering event.” It was truly a poetic description of my loss. My child was a person that never was. My daughter. She had a name; Scout. She was, and “was” is the word that will tell her tale. I can say with absolute certainty, this was the hardest and most painful thing I have ever experienced. It’s a loss and a reminder in life that we all lose people. Everyone you ever know will eventually die. And often those deaths happen while you still live on. This particular loss taught me two things: The first is about pain and what the human body is capable of handling. The second is about choices. I have learned that there are truly two states of existence. Living and death. My husband and I had a choice when we lost our daughter; We too could die or we could continue living… What better way to live then immerse ourselves in a new place, a new culture, a new world? And that is how our adventure to Japan begins.
We have spent the last 4 days exploring Tokyo. Japan is filled with tiny streets buzzing with activity and neon lights. Everything is clean and efficient. Here are a few photos: