I went to another Carta Valley funeral this weekend.

I was out of town for 14 hours.

And for 11 or those hours, I was driving.

I left at 5 AM, got to Del Rio just before 11, ate lunch with my parents, went to my cousin’s house to meet up with everyone, drove to the gravesite in Carta Valley that started at 2, was in the car driving home by 3, and got home around 8:30

Talk about a kick in the face.

I felt like a truck had hit me the next day.

But it was worth the drive.

See, my uncle died last week. My mom’s only brother.

My uncle was a sad man for a lot of years – I think he was mostly eaten up with regret.

But failure is better than regret. Every single time.

I am so glad that as Christians, we have hope beyond the grave.

And I hope you swing for the moon.

I love you.

-Dad

You know what I want? I want to get in an RV and go.

It’s a little fantasy that I have.

I have a job that is completely mobile – all I need is a laptop to work.

We buy an RV, spend a few days packing, and then we just leave for four or five months.

Maybe we take the ultimate road trip.

Maybe we get snowed in somewhere in Wyoming, have coffee in the rain in Portland, go bowling in Little Rock, watch the sunrise over the Grand Canyon, try a Primanti Brothers sandwich in Pittsburgh, and share a gigantic pretzel at Disney World.

I want to go everywhere as a family.

In the end, we might not get to do it all.

But that’s ok too.

I love you.

-Dad