Some of you will remember part of this from fs. Maybe with you all poking at me I'll get it finished.
My Dearest Beloved,
I write this not knowing when I will be able to mail it to you. No doubt mail there has stopped just as everything here has.
I was at the jobsite when it happened. I imagine a moment ten times more powerful in everyone’s minds now than ‘where were you when JFK was shot… the space shuttle blew up… 9-11…
When the lights went out of course we were at the top of the mill tower. It was a long walk down. What we found on the ground immediately told me what was going on, not to mention how out of shape I am. Too many years with the pipe I suppose. You should have hounded me more. Its part of your job, but I forgive you. Please forgive my weaknesses. You always told me that there were worse habits. Now I wonder. I still have tobacco for a couple of days, but the mere thought of running out makes my mind race with panic even more than the current circumstances that the land finds itself in. Odd feeling.
Larry and I walked down the mill tower only to find all below mild chaos. There was no power on to be seen.
When I heard someone comment that their car wouldn’t start I immediately checked my cell phone. The blank screen told me all I needed to know.
I told Larry that we needed to go Now. Giving our hasty farewells to the people at the plant we walked back to the hotel.
The chaos increased the further we got into town. Thank goodness Portland is a pretty calm place. I can’t imagine going through this in California, dreadful hateful place.
I hate traveling, being away from home and you and the kids. I should be there now with you, weathering the storm with you.
My beloved. I hope you are safe. Don’t panic. This is one of the reasons I always told you to keep a months supply of food on hand. I may have never told you this, for fear that you would think me crazy. I disguised my fears with talks of snow storms and the like. Half truths I know, but I didn’t want you to think less of me as a husband, less of me as a man.
I never told you of the stuff I cached. You were asleep all of those long nights I hauled load after load of dirt. There are things now that could help you and the kids, hidden from your sight from the fear of what you would think of me.
Looking back now in this light I guess I have failed to protect you. I’m so sorry.
I’m closing now to spend some time with the Man, to pray for your safety. The Gideons will serve their purpose tonight. I hope they won’t mind if I take the good book on my travels back to you.
Love you so much and miss you terribly. Hope to be in your arms soon.
Kiss Kate and Marshall for me. Tell them that daddy is coming home.