<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:wfw="http://wellformedweb.org/CommentAPI/" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/" xmlns:slash="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/slash/" > <channel> <title>Don Tabor – Gayle Tabor</title> <atom:link href="http://gayletabor.com/tag/don-tabor/feed/" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" /> <link>http://gayletabor.com</link> <description>The Life and Times of Gayle (from Inspirational to Social Media and beyond)</description> <lastBuildDate>Tue, 20 May 2014 18:32:29 +0000</lastBuildDate> <language>en-US</language> <sy:updatePeriod> hourly </sy:updatePeriod> <sy:updateFrequency> 1 </sy:updateFrequency> <generator>https://wordpress.org/?v=6.7.2</generator> <site xmlns="com-wordpress:feed-additions:1">47417520</site> <item> <title>I brought home a chair</title> <link>http://gayletabor.com/i-brought-home-a-chair/2014/05/20/</link> <comments>http://gayletabor.com/i-brought-home-a-chair/2014/05/20/#comments</comments> <dc:creator><![CDATA[Gayle]]></dc:creator> <pubDate>Tue, 20 May 2014 17:55:49 +0000</pubDate> <category><![CDATA[hodgepodge]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Don Tabor]]></category> <category><![CDATA[my desk chair]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Tribute]]></category> <guid isPermaLink="false">http://gayletabor.com/?p=3263</guid> <description><![CDATA[It is with regret that I inform you that after 17 years in exile my desk chair has come home.               As you can see the chair is broken which is how it ended up in exile. I took it home, to my parent’s <a class="mh-excerpt-more" href="http://gayletabor.com/i-brought-home-a-chair/2014/05/20/" title="I brought home a chair"><span>The rest of the story</span></a>]]></description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>It is with regret that I inform you that after 17 years in exile my desk chair has come home.</p> <p><img fetchpriority="high" decoding="async" class=" wp-image-3265 alignleft" alt="Gayle's Desk Chair" src="http://gayletabor.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/05/2014-05-20-12.52.50-670x1024.jpg" width="306" height="467" srcset="http://gayletabor.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/05/2014-05-20-12.52.50-670x1024.jpg 670w, http://gayletabor.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/05/2014-05-20-12.52.50-196x300.jpg 196w, http://gayletabor.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/05/2014-05-20-12.52.50-124x190.jpg 124w, http://gayletabor.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/05/2014-05-20-12.52.50-52x80.jpg 52w, http://gayletabor.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/05/2014-05-20-12.52.50-219x335.jpg 219w, http://gayletabor.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/05/2014-05-20-12.52.50.jpg 1930w" sizes="(max-width: 306px) 100vw, 306px" /></p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p>As you can see the chair is broken which is how it ended up in exile. I took it home, to my parent’s house – which I still considered home in 1997, for my father to repair.</p> <p>It was an unusual trip home for me. I’d just visited the weekend before, for Mother’s Day. But I took a day off on Monday May 19th and spent a long weekend at my folks. I had ever so slightly kissed the rear-end of another vehicle in the weeks before and had acquired a new bumper for my truck. That was the real reason for my visit. I had a new bumper and my dad and I spent the weekend putting on a new bumper. I thought we’d have time to repair the chair as well….but time ran short.</p> <h3><strong>I had no idea how short!</strong></h3> <p>My dad wasn’t one to wax eloquent about things, but as we worked that weekend we talked. We talked about deep subjects, particularly death and dying. At the time I knew he was speaking about a fatal diagnosis my uncle, his brother-in-law, had just received, but as fate would have it, it was a conversation I have taken much comfort in over the years. I also take much comfort that because of the conversation that weekend, my dad left me an ‘I love you’. It was never something we said but……</p> <p>As I was preparing to leave on that Monday afternoon; we decided I should just leave the chair and daddy would fix it and I would bring it back on my next visit. I left it just inside the door in my dad’s barn (AKA workshop). Until this past weekend it has never been moved.</p> <p>Last weekend, when I took the chair from the barn, my mom asked ‘are you going to take that chair with you’. I tried to explain but couldn’t … that it was exactly one week from being 17 years since I left it for my daddy to repair. It was time to move on and fix the chair myself.</p> <h3><strong>I miss him every day! But especially this time of year!</strong></h3> <p>This year, pops…..I’m fixing that chair!</p> <figure id="attachment_3266" aria-describedby="caption-attachment-3266" style="width: 694px" class="wp-caption aligncenter"><img decoding="async" class=" wp-image-3266 " alt="don tabor" src="http://gayletabor.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/05/don-tabor.jpg" width="694" height="547" srcset="http://gayletabor.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/05/don-tabor.jpg 1445w, http://gayletabor.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/05/don-tabor-300x236.jpg 300w, http://gayletabor.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/05/don-tabor-1024x807.jpg 1024w, http://gayletabor.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/05/don-tabor-190x149.jpg 190w, http://gayletabor.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/05/don-tabor-60x47.jpg 60w, http://gayletabor.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/05/don-tabor-400x315.jpg 400w" sizes="(max-width: 694px) 100vw, 694px" /><figcaption id="caption-attachment-3266" class="wp-caption-text">September 30, 1931 – May 27, 1997</figcaption></figure> ]]></content:encoded> <wfw:commentRss>http://gayletabor.com/i-brought-home-a-chair/2014/05/20/feed/</wfw:commentRss> <slash:comments>2</slash:comments> <post-id xmlns="com-wordpress:feed-additions:1">3263</post-id> </item> </channel> </rss>