Can you remember walking in?

Yeah, I can remember it was probably a near two hour drive from the city that I was in was at least an hour and a half south of where we were living and you'd been flown north.

So it was two, maybe two and a half hour drive.

I drove the entire thing at an obscene speed.

Just sat in the outside lane.

Yeah, literally in a straight line as fast as I could go.

I remember arriving at the hospital and I remember being quite composed for the entirety of the drive, focused and composed, and in some way in a place of dialogue or prayer or reflection, really owning that a serious illness for Florence wasn't our story.

There's so much detail to this story, but I think it's important to share that we went on a seven month journey with a police investigation about why did she die? You know, what happened?