I don't use my 'I don't know what else to do' laugh very often, but when Terry ended our three hour catch-up-and-be-renewed conversation with 'don't kill yourself, Hans', I couldn't stop laughing. I wanted to cry, it humbled me, it broke me that this brother would have to say something like that so quietly and with such earnestness. Who have I been to consider messing about with the gift given me? It was a revelatory talk. Refreshing, and easy, clean and open. three hours is a long time, and, on the other hand, not too much in the scheme of things. I look forward to racking up more hours (hopefully in person) or on the farm in Nebraska.
There's hope enough for us all.
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