It’s a weird feeling knowing that my family is in frigid Northern MN grieving together while I am down here with my own family doing our daily activities. It’s an odd feeling, almost like guilt.
As they prepared food for the memorial, I was at my son’s basketball game (they won btw). While they were at the church paying their respects, we were at our store trying to salvage our computer (the harddrive 
). While they cleaned up and drove home tearfully, I was making lasagna. While they dropped into bed from exhaustion, we were outside roasting marshmellows.
It’s just weird….and I am sorry I wasn’t there for them….
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