We had to put Jasper down this afternoon. He was almost 15yrs old and led a big, long kitty life. He was feisty and awesome and our very, very first baby (along with his brother, Merlin). We were convinced he’d live forever until things took a drastic turn on Thursday. We made the decision to end his pain.
And, because if I don’t laugh, I’ll sob (some more), when they asked us if we wanted his ashes, we declined. Claire and I had already talked about it… I mean, “Where would we sprinkle them?” we asked each other, grinning through our tears… “The furnace vent? The bed? The kitchen counter?” Our vet does a paw print, and we think that’s going to be just perfect.
Needless to say, we’re a blubbering mess right now. We’re not sure how Merlin will do without his brother, as they’ve never been truly apart. And one thing’s for sure…it will be a lot quieter around here.
What do John Wayne and the Covered Bridges have to do with each other? Well, that’s simple: Madison County, Iowa!
Yes! John Wayne’s birthplace is in Winterset, which is a tiny town nestled in Madison County, the home of the famous Covered Bridges.
The reason for our impromptu trip to Iowa was one of great sadness, so we decided to lighten the mood and stop to see some attractions on our trek back to Colorado.
Claire is a HUGE fan of John Wayne. He’s her favorite actor. Yes, really. She’s loved him for at least a couple of years now. I know this isn’t the first person you think a 10-year old would admire, but there you have it!
John Wayne’s Birthplace and Museum aren’t too far off our path home, and on the way there, we decided to stop off at one of the famous covered bridges. One right along our route was the Hogback Bridge.
As you can see in one of the photos, we are no longer allowed to drive across the bridge. It was completely safe to explore on foot, so we did just that!
After the bridge, we made our way to Winterset to John Wayne’s Birthplace and Museum. She loved it!
We’re home from the hardest trip we’ve ever had to make. It was a whirlwind trip, and all of the days are a blur. What day is today? Thursday?
As you may know, my nephew was killed in a car accident, and we made an emergency trip back to Iowa. Grandma was out here with us (on her WONDERFUL vacation!) when this happened, so we did what we could to get moving in a different direction. We got her back to the airport a day earlier than anticipated, and then we started our own 11+ hour roadtrip.
Sunday afternoon, for almost 4 hours, we greeted over 400 people, most of which waited 1.5 hours in line to cry with us. (If you were there in person, thank you. It means more to me than you’ll ever know.) I didn’t think it was possible to cry so hard for so long, and yet the tears still come. Sunday night was spent out at my sister’s reminiscing and laughing at old stories, even though our hearts were broken.
I thought Sunday was the hardest day, until Monday got here. I’ve heard estimates of 500 people at the funeral service, but we were so overcome with grief to even fathom a guess. The procession to Our Silent City in Kellogg was long, and the reverence paid to our procession line, by everyone stopping along the highway was amazing. The internment, followed by the balloons lifting on the breeze? No words.
The luncheon was another place to reconnect with people I’d not seen in years. If there’s a silver lining it’s that I got to see SO MANY PEOPLE, AND my favorite Great Aunt who is just shy of 102! Yes, really. She doesn’t look a day over 80 if you ask me.
Thank you to everyone who has shown support to my sister’s family and to all of us. Our lives will never be the same, but time has a way of marching forward whether or not we’re ready.
Note: Because I have my own child’s grief to help manage, we were able to do some “fun” things while on this impromptu trip. Over the next few days, I’ll be posting pictures. In the meantime, you can see a sneak peek here: ThisJoAnn on Instagram.
“Hey, we gotta do somethin’ about the pothole at the Post Office.”
“Nah, there’s no rush. It’s been handled.”
“It’s been a few weeks. Have you done anything with that pothole at the Post Office?”
“Yep. The flag in the pylon kept falling over, so we taped it.”
Edited to add: They fixed the pothole at the end of May! Now where are we going to go swimming?! 😉
April is almost over, and May is just around the corner! This is a busy time at school, etc., so, posting will be light!
Stay tuned for more adventures!
Meet Destino Flame, the baby dragon. (Yes, his name ends in an ‘o.’ It’s like “Destiny,” but “tougher sounding.” We’re not sure he’ll need the extra toughness when he grows up to be a ferocious dragon, what with the ability to fly and breathe fire.)
When Claire was really little (3, I think?) she’d get so excited to help Daddy in the kitchen. (I do the cooking during the week, and he loves to cook on the weekends.) One time, she said, “Momma! Daddy said I get to be the SHOE CHEF!” I’ll never forget that moment. Tonight, the Sous Chef and Chef were hard at work for tonight’s meal. To her, this is just the way things are supposed to be. I love it.
…OSHA is happy about that. 😀