I landed on Tuesday

I spent President's Day Weekend out of town with a friend. I got to the airport by noon, all flights I tried to get on were delayed, changed, re-changed and suffered from mechanical problems. Ultimately, the flight was so delayed that snacks were handed out while we were still sitting at the gate. Once in the air, the booze was free. While other passengers walked up and down the aisles, stood, sat, and complained, I read a book, worked on a crossword, and enjoyed quiet time.

Although I left on Monday, I landed on Tuesday.

That same Tuesday, my mom left her home to drive to MI and join my dad for some much needed time away. She had been sitting vigil at my grandma's bedside 8 - 12 hours a day since both of my grandma's arms were broken in October. Mom had been wiping her eyes, applying her lipstick, and spoon feeding her for months. In December, after a middle of the night ambulance ride to the ER, we called hospice. At 102, if my grandma had a heart problem, cancer or psychosis, we were not going to treat it.

That same day, about 11:00 am, I received an email from the principal of my children's high school. A student had been struck by a car, midday, while crossing the street to enter the school building. The student was doing everything right, whereas the driver was not.

So now, just over a week later, there is a funeral for the student today and I am giving my first eulogy on Sunday. Our hearts are broken.