A Silver Lining

This morning I had to have a little something frozen off of my face. Sun and fair skin is not a good combination. When I got home, there were two urgent messages from my parents. This was unusual, my parents rarely call in between visits.

It turned out that they wanted to know if I was okay. My parents didn't know about Murphy yet, but my mother just knew that something was terribly wrong. This isn't the first time this has happened. My mother is psychic. I don't believe in psychics, but I can't deny her gifts. She was a little late, though. Her premonition was at 11 am and I got the news at 9 am.

I was crying so hard that I couldn't talk. Soon, without warning, my father showed up at my door. We sat on the patio together, drank a beer and cried together. This is only the second time I've seen my father cry. The other time was when my dog Chaucer died and again, we sat on the patio and cried in our beers.

I have such amazing parents. I also so appreciate the support that I'm getting from my blogging family. Knowing that people care has been such an enormous comfort to me.