My sister and I met up in Atlanta to fly together to Washington for Little Grandma's funeral. We stopped in Las Vegas, where we found some wicked-looking slot machines...which we didn't waste our money on.
What happened in Vegas didn't stay in Vegas, though. We discovered we were on the same flight as my cousin, who also lives across the country. So we ended up flying to Bellingham together, and her sister flew in to the same airport several minutes later.
The few of us who had arrived met up at the beach house they were renting and ate dinner together.
My sister and I literally went from Sea to Shining Sea that day.
These are nothing like our sunny, sandy, Life in the Swamp beaches, but I've been homesick for that rocky ocean for so many years, I didn't mind the cold rain.
Plan of Happiness, and know she's in a wonderful place, with people who love her as much as I do.
Then my parents took us to "their" places. As a teenager, my mom used to come from Southern California to Bellingham, to stay with her sister for the summers. My parents showed me where they first met. The telephone booth where my dad got up his courage to call my mom, and then in the picture above, the place where they had their first date (which happened to be a family party!). It was fun to see them fall in love all over again as they remembered those things.
demanded begged to go see Chuckanut Drive -- one of the most beautiful places on Earth.
I love the briny ocean smell.
The sparkling, smooth rocks.
The forest islands and rocky cliffs.
The ships disappearing in the horizon.
It's the stuff dreams are made of!
And who knew Bigfoot lived on Chuckanut Drive...
But see how happy I am? This is before we sat for hours, before we could board the massive airplane and fly all night. Then we had a several-hour layover in Atlanta, where my next flight was delayed even longer because the 2-man-crew disappeared. Seriously. About a half-hour after my flight was supposed to have left, the pilot stuck his head out and asked the desk guy if he'd seen the crew. They'd gone out to party and never came back.
When we finally boarded, the pilot said we were missing something on one of the brakes, so they wouldn't work. But he then reassured us that we still had some brakes left. I have so much luck with flying...
I didn't sleep all night, and when my kids came home from school, I laid down on the couch and took a nap. A three-hour nap. Such a deep-sleep nap that when I woke up, I found homework and school folders covering my entire body because they all needed help with something and I didn't hear them asking.
But I'm glad I could go. I'm glad I could remember all of my grandparents. I'm glad I could reconnect with long-lost relatives I'd lost contact with. And now I'm glad to be back home with my family in The Swamp.
As Little Grandma always said, "Family is everything."
How right she is!