Today is the tenth anniversary of when we lost Dad.

Ten years. And it still just kills me to realize he’s not here. This weekend is also would’ve been his 72nd birthday.

Because of all that, we’re headed home for the weekend, beginning our drive tomorrow. I’m looking forward to getting home. It’s the first time since my cancer treatments in December that I’ve seen my family. I need that, and I suspect they’ll like seeing me after the rough road through the winter.

I know when we talk about Dad this weekend, we’ll laugh ’til we cry, and cry ’til we laugh. Probably do the same thing when we talk about my sickness. But that’s what family’s for, and one of the things I’ve been craving for a while.

Home is where you park your shoes, where you hang your hat, and where you can scratch where it itches, but home is also the place where they welcome you with open arms. And that’s where I’m headed tomorrow. Can’t wait.

3 thoughts on “Ten”

  1. Have a safe trip, You know all of you will be in my thoughts and prayers, I know Judy and Kevin are so happy that you will be there with them. Have some good guitar sessions as you think of your Dad.

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