Moving day

for our good friend Sarah started at 11:30am at her house in Vallejo. Sarah is in the process of a divorce from her hubby Ron of fifteen years, due in part to Ron's infidelity. Unforeseen, abrupt and swift was his insistence for a divorce, it caught Sarah by surprise and completely off guard. She was devastated! And we were devastated for her. The story is one-sided because we've heard Sarah's view but can only see the anguish in her emotions and hurt in her eyes. On this day, we, Cecile, Darrell, myself and Sarah's two friends and partners of 12 years, Lori and Laurie, helped her move from her "married" two story house to a ranch house overlooking Mare Island and the bay-lands. With the use of my truck and her u-haul rental, we were able to assist with a majority of her moving the larger and heavier items. It was a move that she was prepared but unprepared for and in it's finality, taking us into the darkness of the evening with her two beloved and very friendly pit-bull dogs running out of the house like a pair of well muscled race horses, into the unknown. With our last haul packed in the truck, Sarah needed to find her pets. Cecile, Darrell and I offloaded the last of her items in her new home and called Sarah to see if she found her pets. A saddened, No, came from Sarah's soft voice over the cell phone. It was 7:30pm and we were exhausted from our moving day. Feeling a little guilty for not helping her find her pets, we proceeded on our long journey home. Approximately, thirty minutes later, Sarah called to let us know that she found her pets at their "sitters" house, safe and warm. She thanked us profusely for our giving up a day of rest to come and help her move and knew that she had good friends that she could rely on. In spite of the rainy weather, lost pets and hard work, all of us we're relieved as we sighed an end to a productive day.