It hit me rather hard today that tonight I was supposed to spend the night in Amsterdam with the oldest and tomorrow morning we were supposed to fly to the States and this Saturday we were supposed to attend my grandma’s funeral and the next two weeks would’ve been lots of family time, shopping, and an entirely different kind of stress.
I think I’ll be okay once this Saturday passes.
My grandpa said he’d run a memorial service once all this passes.
Once my aunt, who lives in California, and I are able to fly again.
Once it’s safe to gather.
Once it’s safe.
It’s a lot.