Kam's work has a few out-of state projects these days and last week it was his turn to take to journey to Wyoming with a crew to work. I hate when he leaves. I don't sleep well and I miss him... BUT - this post is not about those such sorrows... no no no, this is about the day he died....
Everyday he was up there he was sure to text me like crazy - until thursday... Thursday night it was like he suddenly fell off the planet. That happened to be the same night that Kyndi got stitches so it didn't phase me as much as if I had been home waiting around for him to make contact... but still. I was getting a wee bit nervous... and by friday morning I had texted him roughly 4000 times and called him just about as much with no response... I started freaking out. I did my best to maintain control but when exactly is one permitted to panic?? I calmly called the local hospitals just in case. He wasn't there. that's good at least. I went about my day trying to distract myself. It was now about 7 in the evening... panic had set in but the kids had no clue and I had to keep it that way. Still nothing from him. I had no numbers for anyone else on his crew. I was about 2.7 seconds away from calling the morgue when the front door suddenly opened and there he was standing in my doorway unscathed. Wow - I really coulda killed him in that moment. But I broke down bawling instead... He thought I had lost my mind until I had explained to him my utter panic. "Oh, my phone stopped working for some reason" "Well didn't you think to borrow someone else's phone and call me?" "Oh ya, guess that was an option." wow Kam - good thing I like you so much or you may very well have ended up in the morgue. MEN!
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Ya, I would've FREAKED out too. Men just don't think to call and let people know they're ok.
That would have freaked me out too!
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