From: Marc and MJ Lauzon
WHERE'S MOM / AUNTIE ANNE?
I couldn't resist. I know Laura said there was hail in Chicago, but never heard otherwise until I opened Amy's email this morning to see if "the package had arrived".
On another note, our neice Rachel married Rob and his mother was diagnosed at 32 with breast cancer with 4 children under 8. She is still in remission, several grandchildren later. The Lauzon clan has you, Amy, in their prayers.
So where is Mom, did she go back home? Did Dad wait for her and take her home? Did she camp out at Laura and Trey's place?
MJ
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From: Dad
And the answer is... you have one hell of a mom, aunt & sister in law.
Mom is stronger than a mother bear with her cubs. Mom stayed at the airport till 12:10 am (that is 11 hours) seeking out a way to get to Amy.
Leslie & Laura were in contact with mom (and kept me in the loop) and Les finally picked her up at the a/p.
Thank GOD we have a GREAT FAMILY
Les proceeded to call United and get her on a flight (first class) at 9:30 am today.
I say this very honestly ... I would rather face the DEVIL than deal with Les when she is on a mission....
One other thing, mom handled this far better than me........
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From: Amy
Yes, the birdie is in the nest. What a long, long frustrating day for Mom. But today's flight was smoothe and she's all settled in.
As for the question you all wondering: What about the Bagalini???? I have one just like it! Ha! It's my travel purse that Janice bought for me when we went to Europe together. I used it back in October when I was on crutches and wanted to tote around my medications and other items.
Mom saw it and thought, "Heeeeeeyyyy. . . That is a nice purse." Hence the Bagalini. And I'm with her--they are absolutely ideal for air travel.
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Note from Mom, posted way late as I finally took time to catch up on all of Amy's blog:
Remembering that awful experience at the airport - my flight originally showed as "on time" on the monitor and after sitting around for an hour, decided to check the monitor again and I learned my gate was changed - had to hop on a shuttle, cross an airplane parking lot to get to another terminal, off the shuttle, up the stairs to find my gate and settle into a chair with my book. Storms were coming in from the west, checked the monitor - low and behold - my gate was changed, rushed off to next location which was down a flight of stairs, lower level had no monitors so I spent next four hours going up and down stairs (escalators, thank you) to check the monitors on top floor and check on up-to-date info at the gate monitor.
My flight est. time of departure kept getting pushed back, finally posted at 11:30 p.m., then at midnight learned it was cancelled! Next option, to get in line to reschedule a flight for next day. Standing in one of three lines to reschedule, my particular attendant was taking 15 minutes per customer, I counted I'm sixteen people back of the desk, that computes to another four hours in line!!! I ran out of change to make phone calls, asked a kindly gentleman in back of me if he had change for a dollar, he offered his cell phone instead - called Leslie to come and get me - my frustration at this point was such that I nearly burst out crying, I was supposed to be in Colorado with my baby, she needs me, and I'm not there. It was all I could do to contain myself, held it in though a few tears leaked out.
When Leslie came to get me, I didn't even worry about my luggage - it was so heavy that I wasn't about to track it down and have Leslie load it into the trunk only to have to bring it back, let it sit wherever!
Finally, the real heroine of this story is Leslie, calling to make reservations for me, the wait time to get through to an attendant half way around the world, in India, was ONE HOUR! I waited up with her and finally by 2:30 in the morning I had new reservations - in order to get to Colorado Springs the next day, I had to book a first class seat as we were told next economy seat available would be Sunday night - O.K., take first class, anything to get there Saturday! Next phone call was to learn disposition of my suitcase, what happened to it - and again, another hour wait to talk to someone in India about that. Turns out my over-loaded suitcase (half filled with clothes, other half containing craft work, album work, stuff to do in my spare time) was in Colorado Springs awaiting my arrival - HOW did it get there and not me? By the time Leslie was done with phone calls and such, it was already 4:30 a.m., she stayed up the rest of the morning reading, knowing if she went to sleep she wouldn't be able to wake up in time to get me back to the airport.
Okay, so I'm on the plane, in a first class seat, a small plane so my view at the bulkhead was the entrance door of the plane and as we got ready to roll out, I watched this skinny little stewardess close the hatch, after three attempts and safety lights didn't turn on to indicate a proper close, a skinny male steward came to assist and together they closed it properly - all this time I was checking out the "what ifs" while in flight - if the hatch door flew open, I would be the first one to get sucked out - what could I grab - checking out all the possibilities, the best was the iron bar welded to the inside of the opening, that looked the strongest - okay, I'll hang onto that, granted my body will be hanging out and flying, but I WILL HANG ON!!! Needless to say I arrived safely and my mission of moral support and help about to begin.
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