First some more goodbyes...
Saying goodbye to the dog was, of course, just a warm up for saying good- bye to my Mutti
(my 84 year old mother) ...
and the older two boys, nearly adult but not quite, you know. Just not quite.
One more time we loaded up "stuff", nine bags, yes nine of them stuffed into our mini-van, as the older boys chauffeured us to our Green Bay hotel. Worried? nervous?
afraid? heart sick? who, us?
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