Sitting in a motel room with my mom in the next bed is not exactly where I would choose to be. Particularly with the boy off touring around the one country that I've wanted to visit since high school, but never been. But there are things that just have to be done.
She didn't even ask. We offered. And I don't regret it for a second.
The last few days have been difficult. On all of us.
I'm exhausted. Physically. Mentally. Emotionally.
My sister called to be sure we were safe. She is. Safe at home. We are on our way. When I have more mental clarity I'll explain better.
Right now, rest is what I desperately need.