Las Vegas has never been a place I’ve ever wanted to visit. I don’t like to gamble and I’d rather see the real Eiffel Tower. Maybe that’s why when Eric moved there I dragged my feet about visiting him. My husband has been there and enjoyed it, but then again he likes to gamble….and he was there for a bachelor’s party…..
Now, I equate Las Vegas with the loss of Eric. Obviously, I have now been there and probably just as obviously I hope to never go again. It doesn’t matter that Eric loved it there, I just can’t see it the way he did. He loved the easily accessible mountains and hiking paths. He liked life centered around casinos. He was fascinated by the industry. Good for him.
I’m sure had we gone out to visit him he would have showed us a side of the city that we would have enjoyed. It wouldn’t really matter where we were as long as we were hanging out with him. Now my memories are of a cold, rainy, even snowy place; a flat, boring grid with look alike town-homes on every block. We did go to the mountains once, to scatter some of his ashes…not a very uplifting memory.
When I come across references to Las Vegas in books or magazines, it brings back all the negative feelings. Fairly or not, Las Vegas will always be a place of pain for me.
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