A short weekend begins with longing…
Nevertheless, we left out this morning, bound for Dallas. The drive went well and without incident. We arrived at the hospital around mid-day. Visiting with other family members that were there and sharing our prayers and condolences for her uncle`s immediate family. These sorts of “reunions” are always difficult, and a pall overhangs any attempts at joviality.
Having fulfilled whatever obligations of conscience or condolence (and furthermore, not wanting to make a nuisance of ourselves) we decided that we could either return home straight-away or spend a little time in “big D” with the children – who had thus far endured both the long drive to Dallas and the hushed corridors of the hospital with an endearing obedience and grace. Therefore, we indulged a bit…
Walking along the sooty city streets, bustling with taxis honking and wailing sirens screaming – under tottering towering canopies of sky-scraping skyscrapers, which ebbed and flowed in the prevailing sub-tropospheric winds. Hopping aboard the light-rail tram to the delight of the children, we saw Dallas from all sides. The children were delighted, as I was to share this with them.
As we were approaching the dinner hour, we decided to leave out and find a place to eat – we headed Northward to leave this Lone Star State.
O, how the last golden rays of the Sun kissed off the horizon – and how we crossed the great scarlet river that separates our past and present… and how blessedly soon we were home.
This little patch of red dirt paradise.