Remembering Joanne
We were going “home” for Christmas. Just like every other year, we were going home for Christmas. It was Wednesday, the day before Christmas Eve. I had been worried all week that Lexi and Rick would come down with the flu that had taken Will and I out the weekend before. Wednesday was a hectic day. It was a busy last day at work, yet exciting because I knew I had a week and half off once the clock hit 4:30. We got home and were trying to get packed up, Rick hitting the grocery store one last time to get the items we had signed up to bring at each Christmas celebration we would be attending. I was crabby, which tends to happen when I am stressed trying to get packed and make sure I didn’t forget anything, wanting everything to be perfect for Christmas. We made it to my dad’s house around 8:00 p.m. and unloaded our vehicles (yes..vehicles)and went to bed. Christmas Eve morning, we woke up. The excitement was building. You see in our fa...