Tuesday, April 18, 2023, 9:05 AM MT – Idaho
I’m sitting in a Starbucks wondering how this will all come out. I’ll be stopping and starting where I want. I have a long road ahead, an essential part of this process.
Below is where this will begin
Thursday, March 16, 2023, 2:32 PM ET – Vermont
When I looked to see who was calling on my watch, I noticed that the phone number was from Bend, Oregon. Usually, I just let it go to voicemail if I don’t recognize the number, but for some strange reason, I took the call.
I was cleaning out my tool bag, trying to get Nicole to notice that I was ironically vacuuming it, much like in one of our favorite movies, Amelie. The tool bag was a small basket with a handle that was open on top and was not really for actual tools but rather something where we kept our scarce collection of tools that we brought with us a few months ago when we relocated to Vermont.
I accepted the call and listened while attaching a vice grip to the outside believing that I would need to access it in a rush. Vice grips are once a year tools, if that.
“Jeff, I’m afraid I have to share some bad news,” or at least in my memory, that’s what Brad’s brother, Scott said.
My attention shifted away from my tools and reality.
At first, I thought Brad was in the emergency room again after one of his many adventure sports stunts. However, as Scott continued, I quickly felt this was the worst news.
“…he fell and suffered a brain bleed…” and “…is in the ICU…” and “we’re waiting for Brad’s girlfriend to drive to the hospital before…”
While Scott did his best to convey the news objectively, I knew exactly what it meant.
The call ended with Scott telling me a decision would be made later that afternoon.