Jewells of Thought

Once we got over the horror of not having a little girl to spend time with through the weekend; a plot twist occurred. My brother didn’t even tell dad about this until Saturday. The day before this was all supposed to happen. Somehow my niece on a Face-time chat told us on Friday.

Apparently the word was we, my parents myself and my brother, would make the trek to Effingham to pick our girl up to take her back to mommy Sunday night. My brother for some reason decided he and his wife wanted to stay another night alone. It would also double as a birthday dinner for dad since we would all be together while including his granddaughter.

We had to factor in the time difference, how long we would have to eat and into the time she needed to be back home with mommy. It was a school morning the next day after all. So we took off and to make sure I didn’t get carsick again on top of not having a very good morning myself I took shotgun again.

Our speaker came from Illinois to speak at my mom’s church for the Mothers Day Banquet. Then we were in Illinois the very next day. Heading towards Robinson brought back very recent memories. It had only been a year since I worked at the Dialysis Center there. When we took the slight turn and made it to the road that took us to the hospital a Sheriff’s car had portioned off the road so we couldn’t go south. Taking a right turn felt like being back on autopilot again. I never had the chance to take my parents to where I was working. A year later they finally got to finally see the building and the route I took to get there. It was a little surreal for me.

Memories seem to catch me at ironic times. Do you have that problem?