"What if we take a road trip to Las Vegas?"
Robert Haubrich of Valley Park, Missouri, posed the question to his 19-year-old daughter, Bailee, earlier this spring -- completely out of the blue.
They could head to Los Angeles after that, he said, then maybe Seattle and end up in Canada.
Bailee thought he was joking. The farthest west they had ever driven was Kansas City.
"What are you planning?" she said.
Haubrich, 53, had no plan. He just knew he and his daughter had to get out of west St. Louis County, where they were staying with his in-laws, and that they weren't ready to go back home yet.
His wife and Bailee's mom, Susan, had died suddenly of a heart attack at their home in January.
She was 48.
Susan was the backbone of their family: a stay-at-home mom, her daughter's best friend, her husband's rock of 26 years.
She died within a matter of minutes. Her death upended their lives.
Bailee took a leave of absence from her pre-med studies at St. Louis University. Haubrich, a banker, began experiencing chest pains himself -- from stress, anxiety and grief -- and took a medical leave from work.
He had no idea what their lives would look like without Susan.
Maybe they just needed to head west.
"Let's go," Bailee said.
A few days before her death, Susan had told Bailee to look out for blue butterflies.
"When you see one, you're on the right path and everything is going to be OK," she'd said. Bailee recalls the moment when she was looking at urns to hold her mom's ashes. She was still in shock, devastated and reeling from raw grief.
In the showroom, there was an urn with a blue butterfly on it.
Susan had told her husband that her dream, after he retired, was to buy an RV and drive across the country together. So Bailee and her dad packed their Nissan Rogue to the brim and took Susan's ashes with them.
"We needed to figure out if we could survive on our own without Susan," Haubrich said.
He and Bailee got on the road without a single hotel reservation. Their only goal was to drive until they got tired and pull over to see any sight that grabbed their attention.
So many places drew them: Sedona, Arizona; Moab, Utah; the beaches along the Pacific Ocean. And over and over, they would run into the same image -- in a painting hanging in a cafe, on a postcard, or fluttering nearby: a blue butterfly.
"There were multiple times when I felt like she was right there with us," Bailee said.
And, for the first time since Susan died, she and her father could really be present for each other. Before the trip, they had been so wrapped up in their own grief, but on the road, they reconnected.
Every day, they saw something new. They shared moments of awe -- in the desert, at the mountains and by the ocean -- and they made it through unexpected turbulence along the way. Once, they drove for miles through Yellowstone National Park only to realize the road ahead was completely shut down. They just turned around and drove back. They survived a surprise hailstorm. In Spokane, they saw a sign for a Journey concert that evening. They bought tickets right before the show began and watched one of Susan's favorite bands. How fitting that their journey led them to her Journey.
The lack of a set plan or agenda offered them freedom. Bailee realized they could still make memories together in honor of her mom.
Their road trip ended up taking them 8,265 miles, into two countries and across 14 states, over 25 days.
After Susan's death dismantled their previous plans, the father and daughter learned together how to find joy on their new unmarked path.
They are still figuring out how to navigate life without Susan and deal with the constant grief.
But they say they feel like they've gotten a message from her: You're going to be OK.