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.