Just when I thought we were done with editing, I lay in bed last night thinking of two stories that I should probably add to the book. Weird how things come back to you. So then I thought I would blog one of them as decide whether its important to be included in the book or not.

One day, Frankie and I decided to go to the zoo with my friend and her two kids. It was an activity we try to do once every summer. So maybe doing something “normal” will make life feel normal, even for just a day. We drove together because its a small hike and parking is an issue sometimes. The plan worked well for part of the day. Then the phone rang.

Tim was at work, but decided he just wasn’t feeling good and needed to go home. He said he felt well enough to drive himself, but I could tell he was struggling. He didn’t want me to rush home so I tried to continue on with the day’s events. The anxiety crept in pretty quickly. I had to be home. I needed to be home. I looked at the kids and gave them the disappointing news. They were all good sports.

The anxiety mounted quickly. We just couldn’t get to the car quick enough. My friend couldn’t drive fast enough. My throat was starting to constict. Several lessons learned. Number one, never ever drive together with someone. I have to understand that life can turn on a dime and I need to be able to leave any situation quickly. If we had driven separately, the kids could have stayed longer at the zoo. Lesson number two, don’t ever, ever think your life will be “normal” again. Never.