I feel like a panic button is about to be pressed in my brain.
We were racing the sunset to get to the river bottoms for the boys to get their Homecoming pics before it got too late. The windshield was dusty, and the roads windy. It's cold. Was that it?
or....Was it that I was in charge of potatoes and corn for their dinner. I had to make them before Daytons temple session, so who knows if they are good?
or....The corsage and boutonniere that I made, but had no idea what I was doing?
or....Creedens football game in Shelly that they lost 0-48, was that it?
or...Carson's last Homecoming football game,
or...the never-ending paperwork,
or...getting everybody settled for the Homecoming Parade; Cute, red and white, candy, on a float, happy.
or...Getting Roger in to a rehab facility? and Turk going shoe shopping during his intake,
or...Creeden breaking his friends nose while playing backyard baseball?
or...being questioned as to 'why would you want to put him in rehab, we can take him home. Which days do you have off?'
or...Rogers stroke; not talking, not understanding.
or...Rogers heart attack, 2 hospitals, 4:17 am bedtime
or...3:00 a.m. wake up to go to utah to my old companions son's funeral.
or...President Rowe being placed on hospice.
or...Luke. Luke. Luke. Luke texting at 9:38 pm. on September 6 saying, "the dr said it is called Non Smokers Lung Cancer."
So much.
