I know my last post might’ve been taken as flippant. Really it was me still strung out from the stress of what happened. There is nothing as sobering as hearing the words, “Your son has been involved in an accident.”
Honest, that phrase puts EVERYTHING into perspective as to what’s important in life. The Mule? (Truck) is replaceable. The boy? Not so much. And at this point he owes me. Big time. I wanna retire on a boat that he pays for.
Thank you all for the kind words.