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| A tree after all! |
Even though we will not be spending Christmas in our current house, a little tree managed to squeeze inside among all of the misplaced furniture and cardboard boxes. My husband and daughter decided to get one while I was down in Virginia visiting my father. This tree was decorated by my daughter and 10 of her friends at her going away party. I was very pleased to return from my trip and see this inside the front door.
If anyone wants a Christmas tree, this little fellow will be out on the curb on December 23, looking for a new home for the holidays.
My sister called late last week to say my dad was not doing very well. I left for Roanoke, Virginia, Saturday morning and spent a couple of hours with him. I visited him twice on Sunday. Saying good bye to him on Sunday evening, I tried to sound upbeat, saying I would return in a couple of weeks. We both knew that would be too long. I called him on my way home Monday to let him know the trip was going well. It was the last time I spoke to him.
Tomorrow, I make another trip down to Virginia for his memorial service.
There are far too many lasts lately.
And way down the road (ok, not too far now) is my new life in Charleston. A light at the end of the tunnel.
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| Kermit Hogan March 20, 1928-December 3, 2012 |
