The plan was for Paul to go with his family on their annual trip to Dublin for the golf tournament in honor of his late grandfather. On Tuesday night we got the news that his Uncle Willy had passed. Willy was not doing well, with severe COPD, but knowing it is coming still doesn't really make it any easier.
The family was supposed to leave for Dublin the following day, so needless to say the plans got a little crazy. Because Paul had not seen his grandmother in Dublin in years and she had not been doing well, he and his brother and his niece still made the trip. Of course mother nature made it as difficult as possible, canceling their flight as they were on the taxi way ready to take off due to a blizzard. They had to rent a car and drive to a hotel in Jersey to spend the night b/c all of the airport hotels were booked and taxis weren't driving in the blizzard. They finally got out the next night, but had to connect through Frankfurt to get to Dublin.
Paul had a nice visit with his relatives who he hadn't seen in years and got his butt whooped in the golf tournament out on the links (his family is full of really great golfers). Since I was already 34 weeks I went to stay with my parents for the week and just so happened to get to spend time with some old friends who were in St. Augustine and Ormond. My mom and I also went to Michele's shower for baby Ethan over the weekend. We also finished up some sewing for the baby's room.
Paul ended up staying in PA for an extra two days for his Uncle's viewing, but due to another set of bad weather he had to head home on Wednesday before the burial. Uncle Willy came over from Ireland for a visit when Paul was a kid, and ended up staying with them ever since. He will certainly be missed.
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