Gone
About to climb into the horseless buggy and ride it to the border of Canada at Niagra. And then thru Ontario to the Ambassador Bridge crossing the Detroit River and into the city itself to be with Mom in her (our) time of grief.
Went on another run this morning. This time after repeating the beginning of the route, I turned into the forest and around the tip to the Hudson. The mighty Hudson. Got right down to it, to where you hear the lapping of the currents (tidal and maritime).
I miss spending time down there.
Good to sweat.
Heard from a few people responding to the limited email I sent out. And everyone on the Bateaux last night was really supportive.
It is times like these that people stand up and you can feel it and it is good.
Must go!
posted by Spice @ 11:04 AM
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1 Comments:
Shit, that's a bad scene. I'm sorry for your loss. I know some people try to minimize that shit with the 'distance' of relation, but family is not all accident. If you were tight with him, it's family. Lots of folks have genetic/legalties with jerks who lack all human qualities.
It sounds you're handling it well. Better to run that 'metric mile' than to seek solace in booze. And that's coming from someone who puts a lot of faith in the power of booze.
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