Mia 'Oldskool' White

A Trip To Florida

Silence... complete and utter silence filled our bedroom. I looked over at my husband. Watched as he stared blankly outside of our window. I sighed. Unsure of what to say or do. Honestly, the only thing that I could manage to muster up was a gentle apology. I’m not sure why, but I wasn’t the best when it came to condolences. Most people would probably embrace their spouse, you know try to console them. Not my socially awkward ass. It took me a second to even realize I was giving him that weird church pat on his back. You know the one where people usually say “There there everything is going to be alright.” He smiled, he appreciated my effort despite my uncomfortableness. Chauncey wasn’t one to show much emotion anyway. I had to admit that this situation was a hard pill to swallow. Beyond pouring salt on a wound. I would even call it a living nightmare to be exact. It was only 45 minutes ago that his mother called him hysterically crying. From what I could over hear, his uncle had passed, and willed him his beach house in Florida. We only had a day to get packed, and load up the car.