Of late I have been writing of the surface part; why, I don’t know. I could do that tonight; I could say that we have met up with Shane, have shared some time with Quentin and are getting ready to head home first thing in the morning. In fact, we are so close to Mississippi, I may run down I-55 so Cameron can say he has been to that state.
Today as we welcomed Quentin’s arrival and watched his departure out the window, I felt sand desperately slipping through my fingers. Don’t you just hate it when your throat gets so tight you think you can’t bear it? But you’re not alone and can’t cry.