We were in Kansas for Grandpa’s funeral over the weekend, and though the trip was hard, it was also wonderful to be with family, remembering Keith together. Grief came in waves to Ben and to us all. The visitation and burial seemed hardest. At a certain point, Ben flopped down on Grandma’s couch and summed up the experience perfectly, “All the feelings are making me worn out.”
Ben’s suitcase never made it out of our house, so there was a late night run to Newton’s Walmart and a morning run to a thrift store. Coming home, we tore through the Dallas airport for our connecting flight, making it by mere seconds. We heaved down the aisle, victorious and panting, carry-ons before us in battering ram position. Several passengers, who had already staked out our seats, reluctantly crammed back into their assigned seats. After take-off, when the danger of throwing up from stress and exertion was past, Phil and I silently fist-bumped across the aisle. Home at 1:30, three hours of sleep, and back to the work grind Monday. Sophia’s suitcase didn’t make it back to Williamsport until Tuesday. So…kind of an ordinary trip for us, I guess you could say.
Next week we will get back to our ordinary selves for the purposes of this blog. We will cook, and eat, and have a grand time, because that is what we do.