I think I’m in Camp Crash.
I think that the emotions, the connections, the feelings of “normal” and the smack of reality have finally hit.
How do I explain to those who’ve never experienced it how incredible it was to be at Camp Widow?
How to I articulate to the overwhelming emotions, the incredible people, the ability to go from dancing the night away to being there for someone in need to just hanging out as just RIGHT?
Camp Widow is something most people will never understand. My man, my new love, he doesn’t get why it’s so very important to me that I go each year. He’s concerned about money, about bills about all this other stuff but Camp Widow? That is something that makes me feel normal again, just for a while.
I stopped in briefly to visit friends on my lay over. One of them said that I should hit up RollerCon – that it was amazing, awesome and something not to be missed.
I’d miss it for Camp Widow.
And I *love* roller derby.
Over the next few days, I’ll write more about the bits and the days and the moments. But for now…
Long Live Love…
Walking the Widow's Path 