We went back to Minnesota for a week. It was nice to see family, and I really can't complain about the visit. Mark was happy to get a great deal of attention but was less than happy to sleep in a strange house. Overall, it was a good, uneventful trip.
Then we came home.
First, I found out that the mother of my friend, the P.E. teacher had passed away.
When I called my person on the school telephone tree, I found out that the mother of our Media specialist is not doing well.
Then we found out that the good friend of my brother- and sister-in-law, with whom we had just celebrated Thanksgiving, had a heart attack. (Beware, women: pain radiating up the arm into the jaw can mean BAD things.)
Tonight as I was reading my hometown newspaper on the web, I saw that a good family friend had passed away.
Telling my dad that his friend passed away was awful.
Not the way I envisioned kicking off the holidays.
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