These Knees Were Made For Walking

If I tell you I am fine today I am lying. I am feeling really homesick this weekend. I have been out here, now, for almost 5 months. I knew I would be tired by now so this is no surprise. Just going to sit still and be sad for a little bit.

I am in Sheridan, Wyoming, if you don’t know. My dad grew up here. I found the house where he lived as a teenager, before he joined the Navy at 18. I also found the gravesides of my Grandfather Overgaard and my Uncle Martin Overgaard. It’s interesting for me. My dad was born before Martin but Martin is the Jr.

Also on the horizon is a funeral. I guess they are calling it a celebration of life. My uncle Dwight, mom’s brother, passed away August 5th. His services are going to be in Guernsey, Wyoming, where my mom grew up. I think I may have already told y’all this but, as I said, feeling lost today so probably repeating myself.

And on September 14th, in Washington, my family and I are having a gathering to acknowledge my nephew’s life. Jesse Overgaard committed suicide in April. I know I have not shared this here. It is just too hard. I think it has rocked the whole family.

On September 19th my brother, Sam, and I will head out from Washington to drive back to North Carolina. We should be there by September 30th.

Looking forward to being home again.