Thursday, July 12, 2012

Death in the Family

The call came at 5am, Doha time.

Two days away, in Kansas City, USA, Therese's husband, Rob, collapsed while playing a board game with a treasured niece.  Efforts to revive him were unsuccessful.

Work, eat, sleep, breathe -

Feed the cat -

Take out the trash -

The alarm goes off; a bright new day begins.

And then - the phone rings.

Booked flights.  Packed bag.

Go.  Just go.

It's hard to be away - so far away - from family, friends, the familiar.

But unless you're Paul and Linda McCartney - you can't be with the people you love all the time.

And sometimes, no matter where you are in the world, crappy, awful stuff happens.

You can't plan or prepare.  You can only live:

Go to Australia
Book Vienna

And when things go terribly, horribly wrong - book the 9am flight.

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