In the meantime, Cooper's plants are all shut down this week. This was highly beneficial to me, as it enabled me to beat a quick retreat out of Findlay on Monday night, ahead of the winter storm that stung the eastern United States over the last two days. Northwest Ohio emerged unscathed. Long Island was (relatively) simply deluged with rain. But the route in between bore some of the worst of the snow. That was not something I needed to be involved with, nor did I need to be battling against the clock to make it in ahead of the holiday.
We went out to the cemetery on Tuesday to visit Dad's grave, which now has its headstone installed above it. The inscription, "Loving Husband And Father, Great Friend," couldn't be more true. We had our family dinner, which is really more of a late lunch, and it wasn't quite the same, nor will it ever be. Last night, I saw Ryan for a few drinks and some catching up. And today I drove back to Findlay, where I find myself still somewhat in limbo, but with a clearer path toward its resolution.
