So The Bucket Trip is over but our journey with ALS has just begun.
We will have doctors appointments and hospice visits to set up.
And my family will face this together. Next weekend, my Mom and Jack will come up and do what grandparents do.
They will watch my Madeline perform in a dance recital.
You might find the theme of the dance recital interesting.
It is all about Route 66.
There are no coincidences.
When I finally get home, something interesting catches my eye on the way into the house.
It is something familier but it is a little beat up. A little deflated.
It is a Mickey Mouse glasshouse balloon from Disneyland.
I don't know if someone in the neighborhood lost it or if this one flew all the way from the Happiest Place on Earth.
It doesn't really matter how it got here.
Because there are no coincidences.
I am still amazed your Mom made it that Sat. and left the next. I will think of her and this journey every time I see the sky light up. I did not want the jeep to stop driving. It was so hard to know there would not be a happy ending.
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