The trip was unplanned. For someone who thrives on routine, a sudden flight across half the country is unnerving. Yet here I am.
My ten o'clock meeting had seemed so pressing yesterday. Yet I cancelled it. My lunch appointment had to be postponed. The report that was due won't get done. Things that had seemed important are not so important now.
I am on my way to Pennsylvania to give my Dad a hug.
My sister called on Sunday. "Uncle Henry passed away."
Dad got on the phone. His voice cracked as he spoke of his brother. They had just spent a day together on Saturday, laughing and joking. Those days were gone now.
Suddenly, I felt the need to go home, to be with my Dad. Arrangements were made with great haste. A million details were set in minutes. I was on my way.
Now I am sitting in an airport in Detroit. I'm on my way to Pennsylvania to give my Dad a hug.
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