Continuation of my journey:
So…got through a second funeral in two months…a lot of adjustment to make sure that my dad could take care of himself. He never had, it was the Air Force first & then my mom that provided for him. We got through the first Christmas & then my husband’s dad had a sudden fatal stroke two days into 2004… At this point we could see that we had to make some changes, 3 funerals in 9 months is quite extreme. We were in the process of remodeling our kitchen & needed to finish it. We got that done & then decided that it would be best if we found another house to be able to bring my dad in to live with us. So… we decided to pack up & move into my parents home & lived out of suitcases while I still worked.
After my mom passed, my brothers ex-wife decided not to move out of state because she realized that it would be better to stay close to her family & included us a little bit.
Anyway, our kids were 10 & 13 yrs old so moving them to different schools wasn’t going to be an option because they had been through enough & we wanted them to have some consistency.
So…. I filed variances with the schools guaranteeing them that I would get the kids there & pick them up. I was still working but my boss worked with me, I would drop the kids off at school, work & then pick them up from school.
In between all of that I did the house hunting. It took 8 months to find the right house. Now it’s May 2005.
I need to stop here & get drops in hubby’s eyes before going on.
Thank you for letting me share this.