“….looks like I’ll run out of highway before I outrun the rain…” 

From “Fire and Smoke” by Earl Thomas Conley

This past weekend was an exact replica of the previous weekend.

Rent-a-cars and north bound planes. Early flights. No sleep, runnin’ on empty. Wake up calls. Coffee. Coffee. Then more coffee.

Previous weekend was to see my friend off before death. To thank him for being my friend. Past weekend was to lay him to rest. Then back to early early Oklahoma drives on Mondays. The last 2 weekends have been exactly the same. 

Nice to have seen some old acquaintances. I guess that’s what funerals were intended. The man that passed away was damn near family to me. Sort of a cross between an older brother or a father-figure. And his son is like a younger brother to me. 

Events such as these unfortunately make one reflect perhaps a bit too much. Well at least that’s how it affects me. Makes me want to leave to unknown territory. A foreign country perhaps. Where I don’t speak the language and I’m forced to rely on just being resourceful.  At the same time it makes me feel to just stay at home away from anyone and everyone.

As much as I like rain, the last few weeks have been similar to a torrential downpour with no end in sight. It’s been sunny the last 2 weeks but you wouldn’t know it by what has transpired since the first week of September. I’ve been in a tailspin since Emily waved goodbye. 

I suppose it’s called going through a “season” that we all go through, not just me. I’ll reference Ecclesiastes Chapter 3 in the Good Book. A time to weep, a time to laugh. Which reminds me, it’s the second consecutive Sunday that I wasn’t in attendance for church. The ill timing of being on a plane on Sundays.

Emily is seemingly so far away now that I even doubt she remembers my name.  

It puzzles me that I am having such difficulty shaking her memory. 

Still I hope she is in good health. That she is in good spirits and all things that are good are in her life at this very moment. 

I write.

I write.

I write.

It’s my therapy. Almost like a friend I want to see.