An unusual mourning

Today, I was very glad that I had gone to Iceland in May to pack up my apartment, instead of going now in June. Because this week, Dave needed my help here in California. He had to go to Georgia for his brother's funeral, and I am therefore spending the week with Palmer. It is the last week of kindergarden for him, and there are lots of events planned, which Dave will miss, but Palmer and I won't. Had I not been here, Dave would have taken Palmer with him to Georgia I guess, or had to make the difficult choice between consoling his mom or celebrating his son.

Fate has a way of making sure all the important things get done.


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