"This is a special place."
Meghann's words were fitting as we drove away from the beach house we had just spent the weekend at with eight other women and one (brave) man (more on that later).
And boy, was she right. I count myself as one of the lucky people to have not one, but two really special places in my family: the house I grew up in in Maine and the house my mom's family owns on the North Fork of Long Island. This past weekend we spent the night in Weekapaug, a small beach community on the southern shore of Rhode Island. It may have been 50ish degrees and windy but it was gorgeously sunny and the ocean was as blue as the Caribbean.
By far the best thing to happen in the wake of Truax's passing was creating new and special friendships with her friends from high school: Emily, Nikki, Liz and Noelle. I met all of them throughout the years of visiting but have truly become friends with them over the last six months. They are incredibly sweet, hilarious, smart women and as a group we all keep Kate's memory alive.
When the funeral was over and it was time to head home, we vowed to get together at Emily's house in RI during the spring. Many of us had been there with Kate to celebrate her 23rd birthday way back in 2005. Eight years later we were back, eating and drinking just as much but heading to bed around 10pm instead of 2am. It was strange to be there without Kate but being with these women is both cathartic and comforting and I can't wait to get together with them again.
A big shout-out to Emily's friend, David, who together with Noelle cooked an amazing brunch for us, took the group photo at the end of the weekend and at least pretended to not hate that we were there to ruin the end of his week of vacation!
Intense game of Scattergories...
I literally couldn't take enough pictures of this frittata...