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		<title>I brought home a chair</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[It is with regret that I inform you that after 17 years in exile my desk chair has come home. &#160; &#160; &#160; &#160; &#160; &#160; &#160; 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>
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<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 &#8211; which I still considered home in 1997, for my father to repair.</p>
<p>It was an unusual trip home for me. I&#8217;d just visited the weekend before, for Mother&#8217;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 &#8216;I love you&#8217;. It was never something we said but&#8230;&#8230;</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 &#8230; 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 &#8211; May 27, 1997</figcaption></figure>
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