BR and I are in Dallas. Well, Richardson to be exact. We are busily making our way through the morning routine, which started at 7am, so that we can get checked out and be at the funeral home by 11am. It's been quite a week.
We got a call from our dear friend Cathy Monday evening. Through tears, she told us that her husband had passed away suddenly. Whatever fuss BR and I were having at the time was immediately set aside, and we started in on the grim duty of spreading the word to our circle of friends.
Tuesday morning came, and I knew we needed to get to Dallas, to Cathy, to help in any way we could. A day of schedule shuffling and planning later, and I was in a rented car on my way. BR would stay behind with Jordan, and I would fetch him on Friday for the services.
The week that followed was filled with love and laughter and tears and sorrow and memories. And beer. Lots of beer.
So as we pull it together to say our farewell to Todd, I am comforted to be witnessing a beautiful example of family and friends coming together to navigate the survivor's storm.