They say you can never go home and I suppose that’s true but during that first year summer after Rick died, I felt like I needed to get out of Dodge. I walked into my principal’s office five days before school let out and told him I couldn’t do any more. He told me he was surprised that I lasted that long. I had no desire to do much of anything. I was sad, lonely and depressed.
I called my mom and asked if I could come to the lake. “Of course,” she said. I told my mom that I didn’t want to be a burden to them and that I would buy our own food and prepare our own meals so we wouldn't impose.