Rattled

I am rattled. That is the word that seems to fit. As I get closer to the trip, I realize it is the most emotional journey of my life and the hardest thing I have ever had to do.
I cried all the way to daycare this afternoon... I find myself shaking inside and being very... well, emotional.

I got a message from the daughter of Dave and Ginny, from Cheyenne. I tried to contact the family for a little while because they mean so much in this process. I learned that Dave also passed away last year and it saddens me deeply. I look forward to see and hug Ginny and meet one of their daughters. Funny how some people leave a mark. I know my mom did too.

I'm getting things ready. A playlist. A list of things to bring -so many things to think about.

Mom was the queen of lists. She would write lists months in advance and start packing weeks before a trip. She was so organized -a little too much. I'd always make fun of her :-)


Pour ceux qui me lisent en francais, je suis desolee, je traduirai peut-etre plus tard, mais la je me vide, c'est moins structure. Mon depart pour le Wyoming approche, et je suis tres emotionelle. Je vais la laisser partir...