by Pa Rock
Weary Traveler
Here I sit at Sky Harbor Airport, my home away from home, getting ready to board a flight to Memphis, the first leg of my trip back to the Ozarks. This will be my first physical contact with Tennessee since leaving Ft. Campbell more than two years ago. How time flies!
I'm still not fully accepting of the death of my father. It was tough not making that phone call at 4:30 yesterday evening. I kept emotions at bay by rushing to get all of my yard work done, and I also spent a couple of hours in the office catching up on paperwork that I had set aside for Monday. I managed to get several days worth of work done in one day!
More later.
1 comment:
I'm so sorry to hear about your father Rocky. You were very proud to be his son and I'm sure that he was just as proud to call you son. May he and you be at peace.
Pat
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