That 9.5 hour drive from Shreveport
The food at Taco shop with all the grandsons, the girls and him.
Mothers Day at the house of Shook
Who could have thought that it would the the last one he would be at in his earthly body?
It was a weekend of laughing, food (that's a normal occurrence), and of course there were his nephews, him playing with them and them eating every minute up with him.
It was a weekend of making up, forgetting the things that were said in anger just a month ago and realizing that we were more alike than either of us cared to admit.
And it was Mothers Day.
I've had my first of Fathers Day without him, but this is the first one that Vickie has had without him being there, no "Happy Mothers Day Mom", no him arriving in his normal 30-45 minutes early or 15 minutes late (there was rarely a "on time" for him, he marched to his own beat and it was uniquely his), no playing outside with his nephews, no leaving early when he'd had his fill of the day (another uniqueness) and no phone call just saying hi mom. I can't imagine what it's like to be a mother and loose a child and I don't pretend to, it's hard enough to be a dad and loose him.
So I'll just offer this today on Mothers Day. Love them while you can, never forget to say you love them when they leave or you hang up the phone or end the text, and remember, they may not be here on this thing we call "planet earth" but they're always here, watching, looking in on you and soaring with the eagles, they show themselves in the strangest ways (pennies, birds, feathers, and feeling on your shoulder and a breath on your cheek that you can't explain), don't try to figure it out, just accept that they're there. Always.
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