My week last week

My husband came home from work on Monday, and in the process of catching me up on his day at work, he told me to keep his (our?:) friends in mind for the next few days, because they had just gotten word that one of the guys that is on the 'crew' of their SCA ship had relapsed with his cancer, and wasn't really expected to make it. They were going to give him an experimental treatment, but if it didn't work, they only gave him two days. He passed away Wednesday morning, and the memorial was yesterday. It was hell for me. I'd met the gentleman once. He was a great man, sweet, intelligent, and the kind of person I would love to be friends with. But, it was hell on me to watch people I care about who had been friends with him for years mourning him. I went to the service primarily to support my friends, to be there for them, because I knew that they would need the moral support.

I learned a valuable lesson yesterday, however. I will hopefully never again mix an emotionally stressful day with a road trip of two-plus hours, unless I have ample room in the vehicle. I was slightly squished in the backseat of the car, with an older version of my oldest child between my husband and I. And THEN go for a long-ish (for ME) walk later in the evening.