The following day was spent wandering. The sisters and children spent the day outside while the men and I rode four-wheelers. It had been a pleasant day, and as we returned to the cabin early that evening, we surely expected Nana to be there, but alas, we were wrong. Many of us were worried; no one seemed to be able to reach her. Eventually my father and I were about to leave and the question of where their mother was arose again. Jennifer had finally managed to reach her! “Well, where is she?” » someone asked. “She’s here. Jen’s words struck her: “Uh. I mean, she’s in Denver… On her way…” But it was already too late, my father knew. His own mother was waiting for him to leave. She chose to avoid conflicts between her husband and her son. She chose her manipulative husband over her youngest and oldest.