Sure enough, about 9:30 a.m. my wife's cell phone rings. She delivers the message just as I suggested. We call back to remind them that the van seats will slide forward to make more room for the baggage. She soon calls back to let us know they've gotten it packed up and they're on the way out.
We stop by dad's before leaving. We know there's more lunchmeat and rolls there than he'll be able to eat before they go bad, so pack some for our lunch, and then say goodbye again. The drive back is an adventure. Snow starts around Cumberland; at Washington, PA traffic is at a standstill on I79. We exit the interstate to US40, to find the going only slightly faster, but work our way down the icy hill without sliding off the side of the road, then make our way back to I70. We don't know for sure that oldest daughter has made it through okay, as we bypassed the cause of the backup, and for some reason they're ignoring their phones. Is it just me, or is that rude of them when they're driving our van?
We hit another very scary spot heading into Wheeling, WV, 10 mph max downhill on I70, with a tendency to slide down the banked curves, but it was mostly smooth driving thereafter, if a little slower than usual.
Once back home, we finally reach oldest daughter to let her know we're getting the van, then I go get Col Potter. We meet back up at youngest daughter's place and order pizza. She and the baby couldn't travel yet to attend the funeral, and her other kids are thrilled to see us. We get to hold little Emma Faith for the first time, going home to collapse into bed around 11.
Wait a sec.
It's before midnight!! Woo-hoo!!!
I've been this glad to be home before. Once. But I'm really glad to be here now.
Rest in peace, mom. Pray for us.
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