All week she had to tend to terrible tasks of finalizing his affairs and it culminated in this game. They would have been partying together with friends and his deep, hearty laugh would fill the room. She said she feels like she is slowly erasing him from her life with each account closed or belongings given away. Today, when she was at church, a friend, who probably meant well, said she hoped one day to see Nancy without a red nose and puffy eyes. It's been ten weeks and right now she can't imagine ever feeling anything but all-consuming grief.
It's going to be a long and strenuous week filled with backpacking registrations, classes and the equipment seminar. Today, a mom called and said she couldn't be at the seminar and it didn't matter because her older son did it last year. I didn't call her back right away because I got angry and defensive. Right on the instructions it says that every family must attend even if they had previously attended in an earlier year. Finally, I persuaded her to send the older boy along so he can be the partner that every novice hiker needs.
I wanted to say, but did not, that we will be giving her son a couple hundred hours to prepare him and his friends for Quest and all we asked from the parents was six hours of their time. We want to create a safe and secure experience for all the backpackers and that depends on appropriate equipment choices. Even with the seminar and repetition throughout the classes, there will be at least a hundred mistakes on the one day hike.
Steve, me, Laurie, Steve, Nancy and Glenn at a picnic at Steve's house in about 2005.
Glenn and our niece Caitlin
Glenn loved Hawaiian shirts. Nancy even requested that mourners wear either a Hawaiian shirt, cowboy boots or bright colors to his funeral.
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