STARTING IN THE MIDDLE

I packed a lot in a very short amount of time, but instead of starting this story at the beginning, I decided to start with something we did in the middle of the trip. When I bought my tickets to Atlanta, I texted Chad and told him to think of a good spot to leave some of Chris's ashes. He called me in a bit of a panic because he couldn't think of a good spot. I told him "no, no, no...this is not something to stress over". I said we'd find the right spot by accident. And then Jess posted a picture of a plaque for the Hoo-Hoo Trees on her Instagram feed. I said "that's the place". She had found it by accident. The Hoo-Hoo club was originally founded in the 1800s by men in the forests products industry and their official name is the Concatenated Order of the Hoo-Hoo. "The founders wanted the organization to be unconventional and unregimented. Its one aim would be to foster the health, happiness, and long life of its members." You can read more about them here. The Atlanta chapter of the Hoo-Hoo was founded in 1921. Chad read this. And we cried and laughed and it was perfect. I did not have a Lucille Ball moment this time.

I can't think of a more appropriate place in Atlanta to leave Chris.