My plan was to go to Montreal to pick up James and bring him home here for labour day weekend. We leave at dawn tomorrow. That was my plan.
Tonight the husband of an old friend who lives in Montreal called. Our friend is dying in Montreal. Just now, she has tipped into the final chapter. Plans change. We still pick up James but we go now for another reason- everything is perfect.
How did this happen? How did one plan lead to another? Why was it this weekend for her and for us? What gave us this opportunity to say good bye?
