Just drove back home from El Paso.
It’s such a strange thing to say, because less than four days ago, El Paso was my “home.” Not anymore.
I use to have a house to go to when I want home.
It was place that was familiar and filled with wonderful memories.
Well, now that home has been gutted and something that held a memory is nearly gone.
That house is a shell waiting to be sold.
There was one rough moment earlier today.
Mom for the most part had held it together for last couple of days.
Hell, I even thought she was taking moving out pretty well.
In the hubbub of finalizing what stayed and what went, Mom was in the room dad had passed away in. It was about the time we found him and she lost it. The gravity of what was happening hit her like a ton of bricks.
It’d like she said later, she has memories in house going back almost fifty years.
All I could do was hug her and assure my mother, that it will all be okay.
Mom cries are the worst things in the world.
The ride wasn’t too bad. Granted U-Hauls don’t have cruise control, but it wasn’t too bad.
Even my mothers two dogs didn’t wine a lot.
Driving through West Texas is always beautiful.
If I’m allowed to travel through time in the next life, the first place I’d visit, before the Grassy Knoll, is the laying down of Interstate 10. I want to see the machine they used to cut those neat lines through hills.
I can fathom a lot in this world, but how they cut through those mountains befuddles me.
Still there’s nothing like driving through the Texas Hill Country while the sun sets.
The trip wasn’t too bad.
Mom and I listened to a couple of talks, shared some old stories, and argued politics.
We also prayed a rosary together, which was kinda of cool. I’m hoping we make it habit.
I haven’t live in the same city as my mom in twenty-five years. So it’s going to take some getting used to for awhile.
I’m looking forward to it, but it is going to take some adjusting.
Both my mom and I are devote Catholics.
Bringing my mom to her new home was on my bucket list of things to do before I start anything new.
Now that it’s done, I need to find a way to make a living.
It’s a scary world right now, but I have confidence I’ll make it.
Like Mom says, “you can’t trust in God and then worry.”
That said, I did have some time to think about my next moves going forward.
There’s a long list, but the execution is going to be a bit tricky.
Either way, I’m tired.
I’m thankful for the things I have, especially my wife and my son.
I’m glad I’ve got a home to come to, and yes, this includes my mother-in-law, the five dogs, and two cats.