On the first anniversary of my father’s passing we were camping on Antelope Island at the Great Salt Lake. The next year we returned at the same time, to the same place. This place holds great deal of emotions for me and was there for me during a period of great grief in my life, when nothing and no one could provide solace. On the one year anniversary of his death I was a shell of myself. Physically I had lost weight due to grief, and mentally and emotionally I was distraught and drained. I struggled with such grief and the most devastating heartbreak and depression I’ve ever been through, even as a person who struggles with Bipolar Disorder. The Great Salt Lake was just the perfect place to be at that time. The salt of the lake matched the salt in my tears. The drama of the skies and storms we experienced matched the incomparable feelings I had. This place that is a refuge to so many thousands of birds during their migration, it became a refuge to me during this most difficult time in my life. I will be forever grateful to this special place.
