Antigua was everything I had imagined it would be. Beautiful beaches, great food, awesome drink, interesting people and home sweet home. Even though i was there for the death of both my grandparents, I wasn’t overwhelmed by sadness and mourning. The Bold Sun hung high in the air as it illuminated the bright blue sky overhead. Seeing this everyday lifted my spirits up there with it. The Hot Sand under my feet held me up as I struggled with the death of loved ones. The crystal clear waters of the Sea healed all my wounds as I swam, waded and exfoliated. We Island folk say, “arwe min tek an dip inna de wata”.
I’m back Stateside. t’was a beautiful trip apart from the circumstances. I miss you, Beautiful ANU!!
My grandmother was a teacher for most of her life, 60+ years to be a bit more detailed. She was responsible for the educational growth of thousands of people.
When you’re a teacher, your influence is generational.