Vacation

Our family reunion was the last weekend in July. 14 of us--my husband, children, spouses, partners friends, granddaughter and granddog gathered at one of our state's beautiful parks.  Sadly, every time I plan a vacation, someone dies.  This year my mother's sister, our favorite aunt died.  Her funeral was Friday, the day we planned to arrive at the state park.  My husband and I hurry scurried to get packed and ready to leave Thursday after work.  Fortunately my aunt's funeral was in a city 200 miles north and on the way to the state park.  After my aunt's funeral, we enjoyed a delicious meal and visited with my uncle and cousins.  We then headed 60 miles north to the state park.  As I waited to check in, my son and two friends arrived from Chicago.  Rain poured on the tents the first evening, but a nice wind picked up Saturday, drying out clothes and sleeping bags.  We waded in Lake Huron and floated on inner tubes.  In the evening, we sat around a fire roasting hot dogs and marshmallows.  My son, daughter and I attended church on Sunday and were warmly welcomed.  Some family members left for home on Sunday.  The rest of us packed on Monday and headed for home.  A storm system made the drive unpleasant and we were glad to arrive home safely. We unloaded the pop up but had to dry it out on Tuesday.  After settling my dad's estate (mostly) and selling Dad's house, I really needed the time away.  I didn't realize it until I was driving around Tuesday and felt the difference.  I was so much more relaxed.