The Drive...
I have a love hate relationship with my daily commute to work. I love listening to the morning radio shows and having my coffee. It's a good way to think about my day and plan for work. It's good to decompress on the way home so Olivia has my full attention. I have good phone conversations to pass my time as well. I also see the same green truck at least a couple times a week with the fake bullet hole stickers on it. I laugh every time I pass it. See the "bullet holes" on the tailgate? The part I hate the most are the memories. It's mostly on the way home. I cry almost every day on the way home. It may be for a minute or two or even longer. I'm not sure why and sometimes I don't know why I'm even crying. It's either a song that comes on the radio, passing by every landmark on the way home that reminds me of all the driving we did together, not having my usual after 5pm call to Patrick about dinner or just memories f...