I’m sitting in the Philadelphia airport. Exhausted. I’ve been working for a week straight. Just coming out of the excitement of a project launch in Austin. Now flying to Atlanta for another series of meetings.
At the gate I’m staring at a woman eating yogurt. Some of that thick Greek stuff. People call it something else, but I’m sure it’s just yogurt. It might be healthier. I’m not sure. She is stirring it and then taking big gulping bites. Swishing from cheek to cheek. Anyway, I’m listening to this song and balling. Just big clown tears. Watching this woman eat exotic yogurt and I’m sobbing.
What is so funny about sadness is how it can rush in. I’m not overtly stressed. Just thinking about being in an airport when my Father was dying. It’s been almost a year. I knew then that once I got on the flight I would never see him alive again. Only I didn’t really know that. At the time
Continue reading →