I was well on my way to getting over the passing of my companion of 15 years until I saw "JUDY" clearly marked on one of the moving boxes that stood in our living room at the beginning of last week. Zachary wants to bury her ashes at Grandpa's house in Maine.
With the knot swallowed I didn't think much else of it until I was taking my girlfriend and former owner of my new lab/boxer puppy Josie into our basement. Surveying the 26 boxes of comic books we came across Judy's things we stashed away in the basement. I confessed how much I still missed Judy. I hate crying.
Once we find and place to live and unpack we'll be on our way to pick up Josie and bring her back home - and the boys will be able to bury Judy.
Right now we're sitting in the temporary lodging facility, TLF, getting ready for the road trip that starts Sunday. Our perfectly boxed, bundled and wrapped life was loaded into the moving the Friday - we got email notification yesterday our household goods are already in Maryland waiting on us.
It'll be waiting for a while.
We are authorized eight travel days, but we're taking the scenic route via California, Texas and Georgia. If the road trip is anything like the road trip out here from Virginia I'm sure there will be interesting stories to tell along the way.
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