I Can Drive Back From Memphis….


That long hallway seemed really short.  I didn’t have time to think before I had to “walk the plank” to the plane. I thought I might as well fly to Memphis.  It is only 6 hours from home.  I could rent a car and be back that night.  I felt better.  I plopped down in my seat.

I made it to Memphis.  Heavy sigh!…Where is the car rental place?  I didn’t really have time to look for it, if I were going to make it on my next flight.  I didn’t really want to make my next flight. I would just wait a bit and see what transpired.

My section began boarding.  DANG IT!  Now what?  If I go, I can still drive back from Atlanta.  That can’t be that far from home.  I can rent a car and stay in a hotel that night if need be.  Ok, I will go to Atlanta.

Landing in Atlanta caused me much anxiety.  Two hours before my flight.  What do I do?  There were supposed to be two other hunters from Oklahoma on this flight heading to the same place I was.  Maybe I could find them and find out exactly where it was I was going!! I wandered around in the bar close to my gate.  Who looks like a hunter?  I didn’t see any camouflage.  OH GOSH!  Now what?  I spotted a couple of guys who could be hunters, I guess. Though not the hunters I was looking for, I pulled up a chair and sat down beside them.

When I told them I was heading to South Africa to go hunting, they laughed.  They asked what I was hunting and I told them a warthog.  That was all I could afford!  Having never hunted before, they got a kick out of that too.  How did a 3rd grade teacher from Oklahoma end up on a hunting trip going to shoot a warthog somewhere in Africa?  They helped me make my decision.  I got on the flight hoping I was somewhere close to them.  I wasn’t.  I was on my way to Africa, stuck in the middle aisle middle seat between two men who didn’t speak English and I still didn’t know where I was going.  Why didn’t I just drive home? Life Sucks!

About cessley

I am a bereaved parent. I write to give hope to other bereaved parents who are fresh in their grief. I want them to know life begins again. It (life) is forever changed, as are you, but one day, you will smile again. You may travel, you will make new friends, your heart will mend, though never heal and it will be a painful ride. It is one step at a time....sometimes, even one breath to the next is all we can seem to live through each day. But each day will be a new beginning, a different beginning, a different you. I have two surviving children: Amy, who is married to Brandon, and they have one daughter, Avery, and one son, Dylan. and Eric who is a doctor and is Clifton's twin brother. Clifton passed away when he was nearly two years old. As any bereaved parent knows, it is tough, REALLY tough trying to live after the death of a child. I lived in Shanghai, China for three years after the death of my son, and then lived in Beijing for two years. I am discovering life again, one step at a time. I returned to Oklahoma in February , 2020 due to the uncertainty of the virus. Little did I know the uncertainty would follow me across the ocean. This is nothing compared to the death of a child. I will survive! View all posts by cessley

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