We've been a crazy travelling family for '08 and were hoping to have a quieter '09 after the final '08 New Year's trip to the San Francisco area. Unfortunately, it was not meant to be. I just bought a plane ticket to New Orleans for Saturday because my dad is doing very poorly. This is probably his final curtain call.
Dad has travelled a long way himself on the great road of life and it looks like he's ready for a new adventure. Like one of my favorite old spirituals says, "Well, back, back, hearse, come git your load. I said, back, back, hearse, come git your load. That evenin' train may be too late. I'm going home on the mornin' train." Dad was never one to postpone doing what needed doing; so when he's ready, I'm sure he'll be riding that morning train to glory. There's another lovely death-train song which says, "You don't need no ticket. You just get on board." [Although I do like the Vanilla Fudge version, too.]Knowing dad, he'll have a ticket ready anyway, just in case.
But I'm gonna miss him.
Y'all take care. I'll post when I get to N.O. and/or know more.
P.S. For those who don't recognize it, the song of this post's title is here.