Driving home tonight from the funeral home where tomorrow we will be burring a wonderful women, excellent teacher, loving mother, and cousin to Brian, I was thinking of all the miles he and I have travelled together. There are the literal miles. Our honeymoon, first move, second move, trips home on weekends while I was still in school, and often, like tonight, those miles were in separate vehicles.
Now I am sure that sounds strange to those of you that may not live in the country, but we don’t have buses, subways, or commuter lanes. What we do have is busy lives that often require travel to or from different directions. When we were dating, Brian would drive 40 miles to pick me up. Then, we would ride another 30 minutes to Cookeville to eat and watch a movie. Then back to my house and finally home for him for the night around 1 AM or so. (I was in college and had a midnight curfew at the time.) Those were on nights that he had been up since 5AM and would be back up at 5AM to work some more in the tobacco and hay that was the family crops at the time.
Often, on those nights, we would talk on CB radios as long as we could over the miles. If the weather was right I sometimes could talk till Brian got home. (CB’s was the only option at the time – cell phones were for rich people.) We had great conversations, and a little flirting too.
As we got older and married, and cell phones got cheaper, we would talk via phone. Even now, going on fifteen years together, I could not wait to talk on the phone to the man that I have followed done many miles.
As, he was talking to someone else tonight (I’ll cut him slack – it was about concrete for the house we are hoping to build) I sat and drove behind, thinking about how no matter where he and I have gone, the miles have been better together.