Well, here we go: after shedding what felt like a litre of tears yesterday, the last goodbye, hug, smile, kiss, I am on KLM flight 682 bound for Amsterdam.
I videotaped our special "horsey song" (as Xander calls it), bouncing him and Liam along to my singing. You can listen to it on Facebook.
One last kiss (okay, it was 3 or 4 ;) with Marty at the Prince George airport. Marty: "So, you've written down for me what day to come and get you?" Like I'd wait that long to communicate? Love my "smarty Marty!"
All of you people were right who said I'd feel better once I was in the air. I still feel the pain from separation, but it is less.
I met up with my cousin, Paul Forseth at the Vancouver airport. We shared our family histories from the last 40 years, since that was about the last time we'd heard directly from each other. Paul is my "famous" relative: he served as an MP for several years. I also had a quick visit with my uncle Dennis and his truly lovely wife, Eleanor. They brought along their good friends, the Mickelsons. My wild and crazy uncle got his left ear pierced--twice!! I guess one is never too old to get a little rambunctious. Look at his grin!
Tomorrow morning (about 11 am local time) I will arrive in Amsterdam. I plan to use the 9 hour layover to do some sightseeing.
Gouda, I love ya!
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