Dear old dad was too cheap to buy airline tickets and fly to North Carolina, saying they could drive for half the price of the airline tickets. He might have been right, except the airplane pilot wouldn't have gone to sleep at the wheel and driven off a mountain in Colorado and killed himself and mom. While Jeremiah always knew his mother still loved him, what he didn't know, was his dad loved him too and had almost grieved himself to death, when they heard hewas missing and presumed dead. Joseph had learned a lesson. A lesson of love, a lesson of forgiveness.
Anger comes easy.
Love takes heart and the ability to forgive. He had let another son die and not told him, I love you. Jeremiah sat at the table until the sun had cleared the mountains, then, slowly stood up to finish the rest of his daily ritual. He took a long hot shower, dried off and took his dad's old shaving mug and worn out shaving brush from the medicine cabinet and shaved. After he dressed, he drove to the old truck stop and cafe on the highway and ordered coffee and his usual breakfast.