For months and months the get-together for Sam has been planned. People who live close-by checked their availability, and we were pretty good to go. The dates were marked, no issues right? Airline tickets purchased (Mom) Hotel, Rental car, and swag bags started.
Even though Mommy was kicking and screaming once she realized the week Sam choose. breath...
Suddenly my Mom is called to duty stuff and for a half of week it looked like Sam wouldn't be at her own party. Through the ups and downs of planning and scheduling, real life happens. Work, death, illness, promotions, moving, and new family members arriving. Oh wait that didn't happen to you all as well???? Well we have a new baby (human kind), we are moving, we were promoted, we were sick other than a flu, loved one died, and work work work...
As the last two weeks came around, everything and anything that could schedule was scheduled on 15 August. While my Mom is a great multi tasker; being 1000 miles back and forth 4 times in one day is impossible. Sorry that cape has lost it's wing power.
So she's working, flying, working, flying, traveling, missing 3 major events that are planned for Saturday, August 15th at 0900; 1600; 1900. The first is where she receives the Presidential medal, the second is the Military Appreciation event and swearing in, and the final is a burial at sea.
So they say if you put it out in the universe the universe will take care of it, so I am asking the universe to take care of it, please next year wipe August 15th off the calendar.
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