Home, It’s Where We Be

We are finally home after being gone for 12 days. Or 13. I’m never good with calculating that.

I would have to say this was the worst trip—and week and a half—of my life ever: speeding ticket, death of a best friend, having to call friends to tell them of said death, cracked windshield, riding out a hurricane, explaining what happened over and over again to different people as they asked who hadn’t heard of said friend’s death, waiting on friend’s body to return home from hurricane land, funeral, funeral aftermath.

There’s too much rolling around in my head right now, and some of that I’m trying to get down in different posts.

I’m sure eventually I’ll get back to my happy blogging self, but in all honesty right now I’m not in the mood.

For now, I just wanted to let y’all know we’re home.

I’ve got a lot of comments to reply to. And bloggers to catch up with. This may take me a while.

Until next time...
Erik

10 thoughts on “Home, It’s Where We Be

  1. As complicated as it all was, you did the right thing by your friend and his partner. You don’t get cosmic brownie points or anything like that. You may have felt awkward, sad, and miserable throughout it, but it was the right thing.

    You are a good man Mr. Rubright!

    1. Thank you. Most of my focus was to concentrate on Dwayne and keep him supported through that time. And continuing. I just try to imagine what it would be like if it had been the Husbear, and how lost I would feel.

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