The call...

I was on my Superglide riding to work yesterday. I could hear my wife's ringtone playing on my phone over the sound of my Harley as I swept my card in front of reader to open the gate at work.....
"Funny.....she knows I am on the bike going to work..."

I pull in and park, check my phone......whoa.....lots of missed calls....not a good sign.

I call my wife back and ask what's up.....

"Granny is gone, she just passed away"....I am stunned.....

I walk in my office area and tell my co-workers the deal, and that I had to go....not a problem.

Crank the Harley up, make it out on the highway and open it up....and broke the sound barrier, my family needs me.

My Granny lived to be 93 years young. In the end, dementia got the best of her. I visited very recently and knew it was just a matter of days, and it was.

I got there in RECORD time, and Granny would have blistered my ass for riding that way....She and Grandaddy helped raise me when I was young. They always believed I would become the man I am today. My grandfather left us in 1994. My uncle Ray, who I am the closest to in my family, had been Granny's primary caregiver for the last few years was instrumental in my growing up was suddenly without his Mom....
I was on mission, family needed me. I got there before the funeral home folks....I raced through a helluva thunderstorm, but I got there.

I stayed with my uncle till the wee hours of this morning.....I would not leave until I was sure he was gonna be okay. All the arrangements taken care of.....we parted, all the rest of the family who showed up long since gone their ways home......My ride home was a little bit slower.

In less than two months I will turn fifty years old. Today it hits me.....I am still a kid and I miss my Granny.