Today we are traveling. We just finished driving through the deserted brown plains they call Wyoming and have our sights set on a small town south of Boise, Idaho. Oddly, though I LOVE to travel and see new places and explore, I hate the process of getting there. Driving, riding, flying. I am impatient-an immediate gratification type of girl. I get bored, bored, bored. But today is different. Today I am honored to be able to ride these 1,000 miles. I am happy to sit in this SUV for 13 hours. You see, my Husband is sitting next to me. I can touch him, talk to him, look at him, kiss him.
Today, we have a good friend who cannot do this.
We lost a good friend unexpectedly a few days ago. Phil and Deniece have been friends of ours since 2001 when Deniece was my very first nurse EVER in Great Falls, Montana. Theirs is a friendship that although we never see them our hearts still swell when we talk about our memories of time spent with them.
Deniece and Phil have two beautiful children. Phelicia, who attends the Univ of Alaska and little Logan, an 8 year old that still deserves to have his Daddy around. Deniece and Phil are awesome parents. Adam and I always talk about how we want to do things similarly to them. They were always looking for adventures to take the kids on. Short weekend jaunts to check out little nearby towns, barely-known little restaurants, zoos, fairs, parks. You name it and they would find it. Phil was in the Air Force and put in his time-I mean, literally put in his time. In fact, just this past year he was able to retire with full benefits but still stayed on working at the base on the side but had accomplished their goal….to retire with the Air Force. Their goal was to do this and then “really” settle down. They bought their first home last summer. A gorgeous one! Six months later, Deniece is now widowed.
I have yet to find out the details but I know it was quick and involved his liver and kidneys. I know Phelicia was home and with her family when it happened. I know it isn’t fair. I know that both Adam and I have been weeping. We weep for Deniece and their beautiful children.
So I don’t care if it is a 2,000 mile trip, bring it on. Our friends are worth every last mile and more.
Farewell, Phil….thank you for the memories and thank you for taking care of your wonderful family. We’ll see you again one day…