My dad’s brother, Force Miller, of Shreveport, died Thursday and the funeral is Monday in Shreveport and the burial is right near mom and dad’s farm/camp. Dad was concerned that I might get to their house before they got home from the funeral so I mentioned maybe I would just meet them at the camp on Monday night. We have a few things I need to do up there anyway and it would save us from having to make another trip. Then I remembered the Sabine River Bridge there is much longer than the one I normally cross. The one in the picture is the longer one . . there’s NO WAY I’m driving across that bridge. I can find a comfy spot and sit and wait til the funeral is over and mom and dad can come drive me across to the Louisiana side or I can forget meeting them at the farm.
I’m mad at myself for being afraid to cross bridges but I’m thankful I took the time to find a picture of the bridge before planning to cross it.
I’ll see what works best for them . . coming to TX (it’s only about 10 miles from their camp I think) and getting me or having me meet them at their house. It’s sad to be such a wimp!