Finale

I woke up Friday morning, to rain. The first rainfall since I arrived in Iceland, and it happened to be on the day that I had to walk to the bus stop. I sucked it up, and began the trek. I watched as one "FlyBus" passed the stop, and figured it wasn't a big deal; I'd just wait for the next one! Well, the next one came over an hour later, as I stood (with wet clothes, remember?) in the windy chill of the morning shower. I still got to the airport on time, since I had left early with plans to shop in the Duty Free stores. I was able to make it to my flight, get on, and get... relatively comfy. 

As I write this, I am sitting in the Boston airport. It is 4:12 AM and I have been here since 6:50 yesterday. My little brother is in pain, in the hospital in Birmingham AL, while I am stuck, unable to help him, in Boston. That little boy is so important to me, and knowing he's hurting makes me hurt. I want to rub his back (his favorite activity), and help him forget the pain and go to sleep. I just wish I could be there to make him smile, even while he's hurting!

I'll arrive in ATL at 9:20 after a short stop in Charlotte, NC. I'll get home, take care of the dogs, and then head to the hospital to see my little man.