We left Dallas yesterday as planned to go to Becky's wedding in Stowe, VT. We had just passed Little Rock (about 5 hours from our house) when TR got a call that his mom was very ill and was not expected to live more than 24 hours. We turned around and went back to Dallas. Didn't get in until about 11:30. Two hours later, we heard from TR's sister-in-law again to tell us she had died at 11:30 their time.
At 8:30 this morning, I dropped TR at the airport to head to California (thanks to TR's daughter, Julie, who had booked him first class tickets to Sacramento while we were driving.) I then took back off toward Little Rock again, thinking the whole way that we had made the wrong decision and that I should be with him. We think it was the smoke from Yosemite that did it. TR's mom was approaching 93 and had had asthma all her life. Although she was two hours from Yosemite by car, TR's sister-in-law, Diane, said the smoke is bothering all of them in the area and they can see the flames from their house.
TR is the one who made the decision that I should go to the wedding instead of accompanying him to CA, but I am still feeling both guilty and lonely. I called my sister, Amy, to ask if she wanted to share my room at the Trapp Family Lodge Friday and Saturday, only to learn that her husband, Jim, is in the hospital with pneumonia...
I guess we will see what tomorrow brings.
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