This morning I dropped one of Donna’s brothers at his big-rig at the interstate truck stop where he had parked it, so he could go back to work. From there, Donna’s sister rode with me to the Columbia airport where she was to board a flight back Orlando. Around noon the other two brothers and family hopped back into their rental car and drove to Atlanta to get on flights to points west.
Donna’s mom lived with us for the last 5-1/2 years and even though we were quite often in three different rooms doing three different things, it is strangely quiet here tonight without her.