I hadn't intended to go so quiet, but life went awry early Friday morning. A member of B.'s immediate family was involved in an accident, and I'm hesitant to share much more by way of details than that. I will just say that there has been a lot of waiting around in the hospital and many tears upon my departure because I really didn't want to leave with this particular family member in such critical condition. I know there's nothing I can do and the care is excellent, but sitting and waiting and being close felt like something.
So, with that small amount of information (details withheld out of respect for him and his family), I do ask that any and all of you who pray, please do so. For those of you who don't, some good positive healing vibes would be much appreciated.
My plane rolled into DFW last night around 11:40 (after an hour-long delay in Charlotte), and by the time I collected my bags, hopped the shuttle back to the remote parking lot, and got myself through the hour-long drive home, I fell into bed around 2:15am, got up this morning, and hauled myself to work. I fly out Thursday for a conference in Nashville, and I can honestly say that I don't give a damn about the conference. I would rather go back to NC than anything else right now.
However, with all the tragedy afoot, I'm eternally grateful for the time I got to spend with B.'s family this week. I hadn't been back in almost 3 years and it was very much like going home.