Last Friday, a friend picked me up to go birding, and I thrilled at the sight of the Pied-billed grebe on our river.
Saturday, we glowed in the aftermath of a successful fundraiser, supporting the displaced Ukrainians we offered to host – still having no idea who they would they were.
Sunday morning we awoke to an email: Call me as soon as you get this. We were getting ready to attend an information session about housing.
The phone called revealed that Ric’s 45 year-old son was found dead in a distant town. No other details. Shocked and not quite sure how to process the information, we drove to the meeting.
Monday, we were connected with the family that will be joining us.
Tuesday, the coroner reported a heart attack.
It’s been a roller-coaster week. So much can happen in a day.