It was a week and two hours ago that I was wandering through the MCC thrift store on my own while all the kids were at school that I suddenly realized that I really missed Marc. I was going to send him a nice text out in Summerland something to the effect of: “I love you and I really miss you.” However, when I picked up my cell phone to write the message, I saw I’d missed a message from him a few minutes earlier: “Funeral Friday at 11am”.
It was Tuesday afternoon. I had two days to get me and the three kids all the way to BC for the funeral. But the rest of that Tuesday was also very full — how was I going to get plane tickets booked? I had an hour pure craziness, but I got it done. I left the thrift store, walked to the kids’ school a few minutes early and found Luke and Madeline’s teachers (thankfully it was recess) and told them (through tears) that the kids would be missing some days of school, but I wasn’t sure which days yet. Then I went to Olivia’s preschool to record her class practicing their graduation songs, since I’d been sure we’d miss the graduation the following Monday. After that, I drove to the only friend I have in that town and interrupted a rather important meeting that was going on there and asked if I could just use her computer and phone for a half hour. A half hour is what I had to get the tickets sorted out before I had to pick up Olivia from school, beat the school bus back home, feed the kids, and get them to soccer practice by 6:15.
I got the flight I’d had my eye on from the beginning — the one with just a touchdown in Calgary (no changing planes!). The flight was the NEXT day at 6pm. It was a good thing I’d started packing the suitcases Monday morning (even though I’d just gotten home at 10:30pm Sunday night). Luckily, though Marc was away, I was not without the help of friends — friends to bring meals, friends to watch the kids for a bit on Tuesday morning, friends to scan pictures for the funeral slideshow, friends to take my spot coaching soccer that night to give my brain a break, friends to take us to the airport. So many good friends.
In the end, getting the kids and I out to BC was very easy. They traveled perfectly and listened perfectly, and had lots of fun along the way. And, in the end, it was so good that we were all out there to say good-bye to Marc’s dad. And we made it back home safely this past Sunday on the same flight I took the Sunday before. Getting home at 10:30 was a little late for the kids, but they’ve done really well. Poor Madeline had to get up for school at 7:30 to get to her play practice at 9am (you can’t do Hansel & Gretel without Gretel can you?!), while the rest of us slept in until 10:30! I think today we’re feeling it more, but the rain has canceled Madeline’s soccer game and we may just keep the little kids home from soccer because Luke was already exhausted before school even started!
This is a week I won’t soon forget. And all the exhaustion was worth it.