Sorry about the mess
I actually used the laundry room!
At first I assumed Jensey must be pretty tired, so I suggested we get in our jammies and hit the rack. But when I got out of the shower, I noticed that the light was still on in the living room. I poked my head out there and saw Jensey sitting in the sofa bed wide awake (her teddy bear, however, was totally sawing logs). So I came out and we sat up talking and laughingjust like at a real slumber party!
This next part is something I think I might leave out of the trip report when I post it on my website, and it's taken me more than a year to even get to the point where I feel I can write about it. But you guys on the DISboards were there for me when it happened, so I feel like you might want to hear the whole story. I just hope it doesn't dissuade you from commenting on the fun stuff and gorgeous Root photos in the first part of this installment.
So as we were talking, I got a phone call from my aunt telling me that my dad had passed on. I'd moved him from Northern California to a care facility near us in LA back in November when he finally became convinced that the physical problem he was dealing with was too tough for him to cope with on his own. Although he had lost a lot of weight and mobility, he really seemed to perk up those first few weeks at the care facility. Because of this progress, Patrick and I felt OK about continuing with our Florida trip. After we left, my aunt kept us in the loop about what was going on. Earlier that day she had called to say that she thought it might be a good idea for me to call my dad again, and I am so glad I did.
One of the reasons it's important to me to tell this part of the story is that I want to acknowledge Jensey's incredibly loving support when I got the news. She gave me a big hug and asked what she could do to help, and for the next 12 hours she was my rock as I worked through the shock. I was pretty much in a trance, so she gently reminded me I needed to call my brother and Patrick to tell them the news. Then she sat up with me until 3:30 in the morning just talking and helping me work through my grief. In the morning when we woke up, it was Jensey who helped me figure out what my next steps were as I assumed all the end-of-life duties you have as the next of kin, about which I knew absolutely nothing. At that point, my mental defense mechanism was to switch into emotionless business mode in order to tackle the innumerable tasks ahead of me, and that lasted basically for the next three months. So I cherish those hours Jensey spent with me as the raw emotion washed over me, just surrounding me with her love and compassion.
I have one more day to write about, and it was definitely surreal, but I think you'll like the pictures, so I'll get that posted next.