Sunday morning we were all up well before the sun. After a big breakfast of eggs, beans, Canadian Bacon, and toast, John announced that we had to try to get back home. Now don’t get me wrong! I totally loved spending all that time with Joey and we had an absolute ball every single second of every single day. But I was ready to go home; I mean go back to Maine… actually I was also ready to go back to my REAL HOME in Chula-Vista; then again I was ready to go back there the day my parents drug me away from that heavenly paradise!
I was surprised that I got so choked up when I had to say goodbye to Joey and Beth. However, it helped to ease some of my sorrow when Mom, as she hugged Joey, said to him, “Next time you’ll have to come visit us.”