One quick side trip.
When all was said and done, I realized I had nothing to fear.
Planning that one quick side trip didn’t seem too difficult, but once we were in Wisconsin, the nerves made me think I didn’t want to do it after all. Why did I want to meet new people if I was only going to get panicky about the prospect?
The voices on the phone made me feel a little more welcome and upon the greeting at the door, it was as if we had been having conversations face-to-face all these months rather than reading each others’ blogs and e-mailing back and forth a little.
And then we lapsed into the type of conversations I expected – talk about our families, our pasts, our homes. Every once in a while, the subject that binds us came up. It was a relaxing couple of hours, less rushed than the rest of the weekend had been.
Thank you to Sandra, (the mysterious) Ryan, Joseph, and Evan. It was an enlightening experience, allowing me to realize the work that must have been done when Greg was first diagnosed nearly 21 years ago and allowing him to see a pump up close. (And yes, those children are just as beautiful as they look in Sandra’s blog.)