Well, I’m back. Did you miss me? I spent Wednesday through Thursday of last week traveling to/from Boonville, Missouri for my grandmother’s funeral. The entire Cook side of the family gathered for the funeral, so it was great to see everyone, and we know that my grandmother would have been extremely pleased with the turn out.
Traveling to Boonville, Missouri from Reno is an all day endeavor. We left our house at 6:00 am on Wednesday morning, caught a flight from Reno to Vegas, and then had a lay over in Vegas. Then, our flight got delayed by about an hour. Why, you ask? Well, because the plane flying from San Diego to Vegas HIT A BIRD, which put a huge HOLE IN THE WING, and hence, they had to arrange for a new plane for our Las Vegas to Kansas City flight.
But really, I’m OK with that, because who wants to fly on a plane with a huge hole in the wing?! Not I!!!
JB and I traveled with my brother, Chuck, sister-in-law, Audra, and niece, Kacey. Kacey is now 9 months old, and this was her first plane ride. She did amazingly well.
Anyway, we finally arrive in Kansas City, Missouri, and rent a minivan (much to Chuck’s chagrin), and started the two hour drive East to Boonville.
“Wow, there isn’t much traffic here for rush hour on a Wednesday,” we were commenting, just as the traffic came to a screaching halt on I70.
Then, people started getting out of there cars. You know you’re going to be stuck for a while when people are milling about on the highway.
Luckily, we noticed we were right next to an on-ramp, and many of the locals were going up the on-ramp to get onto the business access road. We followed suit, and saw that a mile ahead of us, there was a huge wreck.
We later found out it was Eminem and 50 Cent’s tour bus, which had been traveling West, and veered onto the median and up onto the East bound lanes of I-70. Literally, we came within minutes of colliding with them! Here is the article to prove it!
Because of our delays, we were over an hour and a half late (we arrived at 4:30 PST, so that was about 10 hours of travel to get there) for my grandmother’s wake, but managed to say hello to everyone. It was a remarkably upbeat gathering, despite the open casket of my grandmother in the back of the room.
I don’t do well looking at dead bodies. It really creeps me out. Regardless, I went up with JB to look at her, and was instantly consumed by tears. I should have known better.
The funeral was Thurdsay, and although it was a beautiful celebration of her life, I couldn’t stop myself from crying, even when I had to get up and speak. I think I actually made a bunch of other people cry when I started crying into the microphone. It wasn’t pretty. I’m glad it’s over.
I’m also so glad that JB was able to make the trip, because I think I would have completely fallen apart without his hand to clutch to.
Thursday afternoon, our family gathered at my grandparents’ house one last time, as it is about to be put up on the market for sale. Some neighbors brought over a quad, so all of the kids and some of the adults, including JB and I, all took turns riding the quad around the property and around the pond.
After dinner, JB and I went walking on a dirt road through my grandparents’ property, which is about 12 acres right now. We were told there were ticks around, but I didn’t remember any from my childhood. Besudes, we figured we’d be safe staying on the dirt road.
First, I must tell you that my husband is deathly afraid of ticks. (Read this for his last tick encounter.) He kept thinking that things were crawling on him, and he kept sweeping off his legs. I thought the man was being paranoid.
That is, until we got back to my grandparents’ house, and I found a tick crawling up my leg. And then another on my shoe. And then JB started finding ticks in his shoes, and let me tell you, there were ticks and ticks and ticks. Luckily, none managed to dig into either of us, but it was at that point, I knew it was time to remove ourselves from the premisis before my poor hubby had a panic attack.
We returned to the hotel, stripped down, searched each other for ticks, and then jumped in the hotel swimming pool.
JB now referrs to Boonville as Tickville.
So anyhow, those are the highlights from our trip. We returned on Friday, and then had a weekend at home to catch up on laundry and house work.
Grandma, may you rest in peace.