So, here's a couple pics of Hurricane Jake sporting his new shirt while we're waiting around to take the stage at the Ag-Expo. Something weird is happening right now, I'm writing this blog entry from Jake's room. That in itself doesn't seem all that strange, the weird thing is; Jake's not here. Sadly for his mother and I, Hurricane Jake took his act on the road, Hurricane Jake left the nest, Hurricane Jake stepped out of the cozy, safe confines of mom and dad's house into the cold harsh world, taking his Elvis posters, guitars, furniture and amplifiers along with a huge piece of my heart.
The first three days were pretty rough on Hurricane's parents, his mom laid around the house eating, dad laid around the house thumbing through photo albums crying. I vividly recall bringing the little guy home from the hospital, sending him off to his first day of Kindergarten, watching his first football game, his first guitar, his first girlfriend, his first car and a thousand other memories. Suddenly I find myself all alone in a room that used to be filled with joy, wondering where the time went.
I'm pretty sure I'll be able to process this whole thing as time goes by. I know he did the right thing, it was time for him to move on, but right now it hurts pretty bad.
