My Best Holiday Travel Memory

As far as holiday travel goes, I don't go very far since my family lives so close but I want to tell you about the time I went to Freeport, Bahamas in 2005.

It was the first (and so far only) romantic vacation I had ever taken and I was more than excited to be spending a week alone with my boyfriend of six years. He had never flown before so I insisted that he sit next to the window if he could handle it. I have flown more times than I have lived years so I have had the pleasure of watching all the cars and houses get smaller and smaller until the area looks like a patchwork quilt just before you rise about the clouds.

We had never been alone for that long and we were both kind of worried - pointlessly it turns out - that we would get tired of each other. Fortunately this was not the case. We spent every moment together snorkeling, jet skiing, sailing, lounging on the beach, and even shopping (my favorite) with out a single disagreement.

This was amazing to both of us because as much in love as we were, we were both very passionate people and had some strong differences of opinion so we didn't always live together so peacefully.

We also managed to get a room that opened right up onto the beach which was unheard of for someone who had a timeshare at this resort and I realize now that this in fact was a gift from some higher being.

For you see, less than a month later I was attending his funeral. And since he had proposed five days after we returned from our romantic vacation, he was now my deceased fiancé.

But I look back on this trip as one of my fondest memories because someone or something knew it was going to be our last romantic vacation. It really was the most perfect week and I would not trade any of those memories for anything except to have him here with me today.

Dennis really was the man of my dreams and he treated me like a princess (as every woman deserves). And because of him, I won't accept anything less from a romantic relationship because I know now just how good it can be.

Rest in Peace Dennis A. Cross (02/14/1971 - 01/09/2006), until we meet again.