Early this morning, I had a conversation with a friend who just recently lost a loved one. It was 2:00am, I couldn't sleep and he was clearly having difficulty wrapping his head around the loss of a family member. We chatted about memories of those we have lost, we talked a little politics and then, we decided to continue the conversation after we had both had a chance to rest, gather some thoughts.
I slept in pretty late this morning, missing church and the primary reason is this incredible crud I'm fighting once again. Doc prescribed me steroids, antibiotics and the usual mix of medications when fighting off pneumonia and a respiratory infection. I turned on the television and what did I find? My mother's favorite movie - Coal Miner's Daughter.
Ate a bit of lunch, then, while watching the movie and going through some of the news websites I frequent, I caught the aroma a beans and ham on the stove. Coal Miner's Daughter on the television, beans and ham on the stove...I was immediately transported to my childhood, remember the sounds and smells of my home growing up.
Funny how that works, isn't it?
