the knorrs

We got a call late Friday night.

Saturday we were on our way to Savannah with a friend and the little one in tow.

One of our dearest friends, Patrick, lost his dad to cancer this weekend.  Patrick and Andy were Zach's roommates in college.  Those three were quite the team, and each time they get together its like they never stopped being roommates.  Us wives, the roommates that got "in the way", just sit and watch.  Amused.

We all expressed some level of nerves as we got closer to seeing Patrick, and his sweet wife, Ashley, less than twenty-four hours after losing his father.  What could we possibly say to make the pain go away?

If there is one thing I learned this weekend, it's that video games in which you divide the screen and shoot at each other soothe all sorts of hurts.  And that we can't make the pain go away.

The trip was quick.  Down on Saturday.  Back on Sunday.  But, boy, was it manna to this soul.

In case you were wondering, Sweet P was a champ for her first overnight/out of state trip.  We fed her right before leaving, and she slept the entire four hours down to Savannah.  She was a hit with the family (and our young, married, and baby feverish friends).  We were so impressed, we might just do more of this traveling thing.  I sure hope so.

sag