Bami

I haven't written anything in a few days, because I've had the undesirable position of not being able to talk about anything I've done without a huge weight on my shoulders. I was a little concerned when I got into my room Monday to find missed calls from Heidi and dad on my phone. I called dad back and he made small talk, which I thought was weird because we'd had small talk the day before. Heidi called on the other line and asked if I had heard about Bami, and I immediately switched back to dad to ask him.

Bami had a sudden stroke, and they didn't expect her to make it through Tuesday. It didn't really hit me until I tried to sleep that night, but it was one of those nights where you lie on your back and stare at the ceiling for an hour, then look at the clock and realize it's only been five minutes. I was in no condition to be set on fire the next morning, a statement that Clay pointed out should probably be true of most mornings. I took Tuesday off to answer phone calls and catch up on sleep, and everybody was very understanding.

We did the last part of driving today, and I remembered how, whenever I would drive Bami anywhere, she had a habit of asking me if I liked driving. I didn't really have any musings she'd appreciate during high falls and wire work, because those were things I never did with her.

Really, at this point I'm at a loss for more words, so I'll just say this: I love you, Bami, and I'm glad you're with Bumpop.