Caravan Love

A feeling I got this morning implored me to take my make up bag to work. I don't usually take my make up anywhere unless I'm spending the night, and usually not even then, really. I don't ignore the feelings, though. The morning my Uncle Sam took his last ride, I woke up with a heavy feeling in my heart. I was frantic, and something told me to get up, get ready, be prepared to be out and about. I couldn't hesitate, even though I hadn't planned on being in any particular place that morning. A short time after putting my shoes on, my mom called me and asked me to go straight to Uncle Sam's and see if he was there.....we had gotten a strange call, and she was wondering if his bike was gone. It was, and so was he. I was ready to go to family.

This morning at work,  I got a call from my manager, who you might recognize from her other roles in my life, such as: cousin. Our boss, the owner, George, had passed away at 11:00 am. It wasn't sudden, but it still smarts, and my heart is broken for the co-workers I am still learning who are so devoted to such a boss. My mascara needed re-applying after dealing with those feelings. What strikes me the most about where I work is the bond between those who spend their time there. It is a special thing. George will be missed. He was a great man, and he fostered the atmosphere of the place so many people call their home away from home.

To quote The Caravan's official words:

Next beer or cocktail you have, where ever you might be, please raise your glass and look to the sky and smile for George. RIP George. It's been a pleasure, my dear friend.