don’t read this unless you really want to. I promise you, it’s sad and probably a little boring, I just want to recount where the week has gone

so, about a week ago this time (5 pm) I was halfway between Appleton, WI and a Chicago suburb Mount Prospect, IL. that suburb happens to be where my boyfriend grew up, and where his parent’s house is. if you’re asking why I was going there on a Thursday evening, this is where the story turns sad. on Wednesday afternoon, my boyfriend called me asking if my mom could puppy sit, because his father had been rushed to the hospital after falling off their garage roof. we readily agreed, and he was at our house about an hour later, dropping everything at the end of the driveway and speeding off. the rest of the night seemed pretty normal, until night rolled around and he called me crying. his dad was gone before he even dropped our dog off here. I wanted to rush there right away, but it was a Wednesday night and I had work in 8 hours, so I didn’t. Thursday I left work early, picked up his suit and some things from his house, packed, and I was on my way down there. no speed was fast enough… I was often going 75-80, although the speed limit was 65. I made it there and the whole weekend was just a lot of talking that led to crying and the like. I held it together well until the funeral, when a co-worker of his father told me he talked about me and was quite fond of me. I feel so bad that something so horrible could happen to such a wonderful family. 

it was the saddest weekend I hope to have for a long time.