It was good to see Ma and John. Hard, but good. They were glad to get Jen’s stuff, though they had it taken back to her house. They embraced me hard, but there were no tears in their eyes. They looked at peace –not with the fact that Jen is gone, but knowing that she’s in a good place. We had a nice long talk, and I ended up staying the night in Jen’s childhood room, of all places. I slept among her old cheer uniforms, batons, awards and trophies, newspaper clippings, old school books, stuffed animals – all the things that helped made Jen who she was.
It was the best night’s sleep I’ve had in weeks.
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