Heading home. We were in the car and driving by 4 am, which means were were actually home for less than nine hours, and it felt like it. Of those nine hours, only a few were actually spent sleeping. We got home late, unpacked, did some laundry, and repacked what we could.
We reached our halfway point at around 9:30 and decided to stop off for breakfast in Cheyenne. As we were packing in zombie mode, we both realized that we were completely unprepared when it came to clothing for a funeral in the winter, which meant that we had some shopping to do. I had made like a tornado through a children’s store when we were still in Utah and picked out clothing appropriate for Sierra’s part, but he and I had nothing of the caliber we would need.
Josh wandered in to a Men’s Wearhouse and after trying on endless amounts of clothing bought a suit, a tie, a shirt, a vest, and some new shoes. Then it was my turn. I gave myself 30 minutes to get a dress, a sweater, some stockings, and some shoes, but since almost everything required trying-on, I ended up using an hour. Our shopping delayed our departure by nearly three hours.
We finally pulled in to my parents’ driveway at about 7:30 that night, 14 hours after we departed. We ate, and we went to bed.
But, we did learn how to fold a handkerchief for a suit pocket…
Tomorrow is the visitation. Saturday is the funeral.