She has been more excited about this adventure than for anything in the last umpteen years. It was her first big getaway since my Opa died in January. She had to fight to secure a seat on the bus because the trip sold out within weeks of being announced.
One of her friends fell ill and turned her spot over to Oma. It was a bittersweet turn of events, but Oma was grateful for her friend’s ticket. (This woman had also recently lost her husband, so she knew how important the trip was to Oma, who for the last seven years cared for my grandfather 24 HOURS A DAY.)
This Mount Rushmore journey was a BIG DEAL.