Tragedy in Bellingham

We were happily playing at a park in sunny San Luis Obispo, California, taking a week jaunt down south from Sacramento for the holiday weekend, and to see some friends in family in the Bay area when we got the most horrific phone call. One of Jason's best friends had been killed in a motorcycle accident in Bellingham. We immediately packed up the kids and hit the road heading towards a long journey home...1100 miles in two day... We are right back where we started. Big Sigh....

 Joe Woodell was a brother to my husband, and an Uncle to my children. As tragic as the circumstance are, I take comfort in the fact that he did die doing something he loved.

I started this entry about three weeks ago. We are still in Bellingham, getting ready to pack up again. We've been shown amazing hospitality from our friends here. Giving us a place to just "be" in this time of hardship. We had two beautiful memorials for Joe, one with just family where we spread his ashes atop Mt.Baker, and one the following day for everyone. Since then Jason has been helping the family pack and deal with Joe's belongings.

Thank you to all of our friends and family (thank you Dad and Gretchen! and the Quesadas!!) who have helped us get back up to Washington, as well as prepare to go back to Sacramento. We really really couldn't have done it without your support.