If we were having coffee . . .
I’d tell you that over the past couple of weeks I’ve been on an emotional roller coaster.
I called home during my lunch break as is my custom, but I was greeted with the news that my uncle – my mother’s brother – had passed away unexpectedly. Not exactly what you call home for. And as I am searching for plane tickets home it becomes abundantly clear that I won’t be going to the funeral. I couldn’t fathom spending nearly $600, albeit round trip, for a plane ticket. And no it wasn’t first class. So, I told my grandmother and knew I was being summoned when she said she would pay for it. Needless to say I didn’t take her up on that offer. I’m glad I went because it was an awesome home going. It was definitely a celebration of life. Good ole down home southern style home going.
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