We were out dancing at Graham’s Central Station. It was March 23. We’d left our phones in our cars, as you can’t hear them inside the dance hall anyway. We were in separate cars. When we were ready to leave I got into my truck and I checked my phone. LOTS of messages from Carl, Karen, and Mindi. I called mindi and was told that Jen’s mother had died. I tried to call Jen, but she was also on the phone.
We were driving. We turned right out of the parking lot and left at Grand Avenue Parkway. Normally, we go up to I-35 and turn left. Suddenly, I see Jen move to the right lane and turn RIGHT onto the northbound lane of the freeway. I did my best to keep up with her: She’s in a Mercedes and I’m in a truck. I couldn’t do it.
I decided to drive back to the apartment and wait. After about 30 minutes, she texted that she was in the I-Hop closest to our apartment. I jumped back into the car and drove over. She was in the first booth, completely stunned. Jen’s mother had turned 63 years old at the end of November (I turned 63 at the beginning of November) and had just retired on December 31st. She was looking forward to her retirement and wasn’t ill so the death was a complete surprise to Jen and her family. We stayed at I-Hop for about two and a half hours. We had to explain to the waitress what was going on; she was alarmed at Jen’s position and how long she’d stayed that way.
Around 11 we drove home.
Jen is home now from the funeral and has brought a plant of her mothers back as a remembrance. She has charged me with the task to keep the plant alive and thriving. I am familiar with this plant and am happy to do this for her.