R TERRY
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Votes: 0 (Vote!) | | Posted on Wednesday, October 19, 2005 - 7:51 pm: | |
Shoot, man, I thought I was done crying about this. After reading your responses to my post about mom's death, that’s not the case. (Please pass the Kleenex.)
On the day of Mom’s burial, I opened up the 4905, popped up the two roof vents and sat down in one of the eight remaining passenger seats at the front of the bus. I had never felt lonelier in my life, but was comforted to the extent possible at the time by just being in my bus.
I couldn’t talk to Mom now, anymore than I could talk to a bus. But that didn’t stop me from babbling like an idiot. Thank goodness, only the 4905 could hear me.
Nothing will ever take the place of your mother—that’s just the way it is. A bus is just a big box in the road, but somehow it can serve a greater purpose when the time comes. If you’ve got to be lonely—or very, very lonely—, being in your bus can be a good way to handle it. The 4905 certainly came in handy for me. It was at the right place at the right time.
I greatly appreciate everybody’s heartfelt sentiments and thank you all deeply for having me in this wonderful family of Busnuts.
R TERRY
PS — I just realized I never closed the roof vents. Shoot, man! |