Life happens, then plans change

I sit alone in an empty airport lobby. I wasn’t supposed to be here. I’m in shock. I’m on my way to my parents house three days before I was supposed to go. In the middle of my feel good motivational conference my phone just wouldn’t stop vibrating. I finally pulled it out of my pocket which I didn’t want to do as I sat on the front row of 1,500 people…right in front of the presenter.

It was my mother calling multiple times, then a text to call ASAP as it was an emergency.

I left the ballroom to call her. Mom came home from work, she’s 83 and yes came home from work, and found my father dead.

The airport lobby is strangely empty. It seems appropriate. All except for Lady Marmalade playing over the speakers. But then again he loved music.


19 thoughts on “Life happens, then plans change

  1. I am so sorry for your loss. I offer my sympathy to you and your family. Take good care and receive all the hugs being sent in your direction via the internet.

  2. So very sorry to hear this, F.B. Such a horrible thing to go through – and we know that your heart will be feeling as heavy as lead. My deepest sympathies to you and yours – and a special reach-out to your mother. Will be thinking of you regularly over coming days which, of course, are hardly going to be ‘easy’. Take care of yourself, my friend.

  3. I want to join the conga line of condolences. I appreciate your text alerting me of this matter. It is never easy or ‘timely’; words at this time are usually lame and useless despite the intent. We are all thinking of you and send Love.

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