I got the call from one of my cousins on Saturday night about 9:30. Our grandma had passed away. One of my aunts was with her and was praying a rosary when the time came. I'm glad for that.
Then began the trip planning. Within short order the hubby and I had a flight booked, a car booked and a hotel room for me. Yes, I am making this trip alone. After much discussion and thought, that was our decision. I have traveled alone before, but I've never arrived somewhere and had to rent a car then drive to a hotel. A new experience for me and one that I'm not really looking forward to as the weather reports aren't the best and the Pennsylvania turnpike can be a real bear in the winter.
The last 36 hours have been surreal. I told my husband last night that I just want it to be Friday already. I need to go. I want to go. But, I want to be home and have this behind me.
My uncle, my father's older brother and the oldest of the seven children, is driving in from New Mexico. I hope the icy weather they are predicting doesn't happen. Why is it when you want the snow, ice, yuk to happen it doesn't and when you desperately wish it would stay away, it comes?
I hope the weathermen across the nation's midsection are dead wrong about the next 24-36 hours.
I'm not worried about getting out of Memphis, but that stop in Cincy could be dicey. On the way home I fly through Atlanta. Never been to that airport....but if I can navigate Amsterdam, I think I can manage.
Thank God for my wonderful neighbors who told us that if we need anything with the kids while I'm gone and Scott is at work to just call....they will take care of it.
I need coffee....I have some more thinking to do about what I need to accomplish today. I won't be writing until I return home.