I feel awful.
I had plans to meet mom and her sisters at Uncle Bill's memorial service. Paul and I had it all planned out. Today I pulled out our suitcases to get everyone packed by Friday.
Then I went online and read mom's blog. The memorial service was last weekend. I was under the impression that it was this weekend. I have hotel reservations for this weekend. I booked Tuesday off work for the drive home. I wrote notes to the kids teachers letting them know the kids would miss a day of school. I went to the yarn store today and bought some locally spun yarn to take to mom. I got a skein for Darryl too. I am ready to go.
I am late. I feel terrible. It was important to me to be there to support mom and to celebrate Uncle Bill's life.
I can't buy a break.