One would think that would mean a bunch of good things happened. Well, they did. But unfortunately everything that happened on our camping trip was overshadowed on our trip home...

We decided to stop by Jen's parents house because they were on the way home from our camping area. While we were there, they got a call from a relative who does the normal "checking in" of another relative, Jen's Great-Grandmother, Nana. When Nana did not call her, and would not answer her phone, Jen's father was next in line. We offered to swing by since her house was also on our way home. We figured she went out with some friends like she normally does.

Now there is one thing you need to know. This woman was 93 years old and was healthier than an ox. She had her mind and her body still in tact at her old age. She even drove her own car. Yes, she drove a car at 93 years old. She used to joke with us that they gave her a license that wouldn't expire until 2010.

Anyway, when we arrived she did not answer the door. We found her Saturday mail in her mail box, the Satruday and Sunday papers outside, and her car parked in her garage. Our hearts started to race as we were trying to find a way into the house. She never forgets to get the paper. Luckily for us, a neighbor knew where a spare key was hidden so we could get into the house. By this point all things looked bad. When Jen walked in and got no response to her calls, both of our stomachs dropped.

Living room, kitchen, bathroom, no Nana. Jens heads upstairs and checks the bedroom. Nana was laying on the bed. She had passed away in her sleep.

I can only imagine what Jen is going through right now. Four months ago she lost her Grandfather. Now she lost her Great-Grandmother. I feel so bad for her because I can't do anything for her.......... =(

For me, this is the third death of someone I knew in 1 year. I lost my very close grandmother almost a year ago now. I knew Jen's grandfather very well when he died. I've only met Nana once, but that time I did, she was a trooper. I wish I could be in that health if I live to be 93.

So with all the rides and games we played at the amusement park, all the stars we starred at and campfires we built, all the fun we had this weekend, they will all be over shadowed by the memory of Nana; and Jen having to find her first...

Part of me is thinking, someone is going to say I'm a heartless prick because I wrote that our weekend was ruined by a death and that it's all Nana's fault that our weekend was ruined. Well I'm not a heartless prick. And it was not her fault. Anyone who has lost a love one knows what this is like. I'm not trying to downplay an awesome weekend. My point was to say that with all the fun we had, we'll never be able to forget it now because of this one tragic event that happened at the end of it. If you still think I'm a prick for some god aweful reason, step down and go somewhere else...