I'm gearing up to go on a road trip by myself
later on this week.
Nearly two full weeks
visiting family and friends.
Sandwiched in there are some diagnostic tests
in two different hospitals.
The final two tests to help the powers that be
determine whether heart surgery is in my future.
One of the things I'll be doing on this trip
is buying a gravestone for Rodney's grave.
He would have been 48 this past December and it will feel good
to have his place in our family marked in a permanent way.
As far as I know I am the only one
to visit his grave since his burial.
When I told to my mom this afternoon,
who has never been to her son's grave,
not even knowing where he is buried,
she thanked me for seeing this done.
I've booked myself into a beautiful bed and breakfast
for a few nights of the trip.
That feels like a lovely luxury.
I'm not normally a fan of B&Bs
but this place feels like
it will nourish my need for
sanctuary and solitude.
My time there is nestled between the
two diagnostic tests and feels almost like
a guilty pleasure.
I'm choosing not to take the laptop with me.
The break will do me good.
I'll be away from the computer for the next
Talk to you when I get back.