December 27-30th Motel Week

Well the first 3 days were busy and scary. Nobody wanted to take charge or knew what to do. But spending a week with mom & dad in a motel room was beyond what I expected. My cousin and her husband, who was also my husband's high school friend. Came up with collected goods and supplies, when asked what was needed some of the things I needed was make-up I felt guilty about asking for any because eveything was gone but its one of those things ya just need. Alone with underware clothes ect... you never really thing about other people collecting things like that for you and all of a sudden it just doesn't matter. I was suprised how things fit and even if they were a little to small or even a little to big we still were able to wear them. Every night still was spent waking up and in the quite of the night I thought of Ginger. For breakfast I would go downstairs and cook waffles and have coffee with the family it was really sureal and became home away from home, it was the only time we had together before we all went out seprate ways for the day.