... and it's not over yet!
It was lovely until day nine when we were awakened
with the news that one of the cousins had tested positive for COVID-19. Within
a few hours and a flurry of texts, we learned that many others in the group,
some already enroute home, also tested positive.
My husband, Tom, our daughter, Erin, and our grandson,
Jack were staying together in a small rental house. Using the
tests I’d thrown into my bag at the last minute, we tested. Three positives.
Only my husband was still negative.
In a flurry of decision-making, we cancelled our flights, extended our car rental, packed our belongings, and began a four-day cross-country trek home to Seattle. So much beautiful country we drove through without a single sight-seeing stop!
Jack was a little trooper. Can you imagine four days strapped into a kid’s car seat? At least the big people could squirm around a bit for comfort. After long days of continuous driving and three nights in roadside motels, getting home felt like checking into a 5-star hotel. That evening, Tom tested positive.Fortunately, none of us were horribly ill. The fatigue lingers, but it is manageable. I am so glad that not only the three adults (and everyone at the reunion) were fully vaccinated, but that even two-year-old Jack had already received two of the three injections in the recently approved protocol for young children.