One of our dearest friends from Louisiana, Tim White passed away this weekend and we are heading to his funeral. I can't believe that I've just typed those words.
I took this photo in mid August, the morning after their 50th wedding anniversary party.
I'm in denial and I know that I'll be snatched into reality when we get to Louisiana. If it's unreal to me, I can't imagine being in Ada's shoes right now.
I can't find the words to write a long tribute because nothing seems sufficient.
Yesterday, I thought about pre-writing a few posts that I could publish from the road this week. I wasn't going to mention Tim's death or his funeral until after it was all over and a little less raw. I was just going to do a few catch up posts about the house, the horses, or the myriad of Christmas events that we've been attending lately.
But I can't do it.
There are bloggers who write bits of generic prose every single day and adhere to the mantra of "Stay Away from Personal Subjects." If their blogs were books, they'd be "coffee table" books. Gorgeous to look at, but they purposely don't tell a story.
I'm not an advice giver, a photography site, or a money driven blogger. In my own haphazard and scattered way, I'm just trying to remember what's been happening in my life.
Sometime I wish that I was a generic blogger because I'd rather pretend that this hadn't happened.