Ice cream makes everything better.

Have you ever felt like life has just decided to hit you with a shit stick? Well, a month after my mom had passed away we were prepping for an estate sale at my parents home. Scratch that, my husband and everyone that loved us was helping prep for an estate sale at my parents house. The fact is, I wasn't strong enough to go through their house after my brothers and I did our final sweep. My husband coordinated the help of our friends and family.
It was the first day of the estate sale and I was at home with the kids. Our cat Prince was looking awful, and hadn't been eating for a few days, but our minds were overly focused on other things. I sat down with our sweet soft kitty, and I saw something in his eyes, he was dying, I knew it. My husband and I discussed the night before, that if things didn't improve that I would take him into the vet the following morning. I packed the kids into the car and wrapped our sweet cat up in a warm blanket and held him in my lap on the way to the vet. Now, our town is a big little city. Everyone knows everyone and our vet was a wonderfully compassionate woman who knew the horrific pain that my mom's passing had put on us. When she saw me walk into her vet clinic that morning with kids in tow, and an animal in my arms, her heart broke as much as mine did. She took Prince in the back as the kids and I sat in one of their rooms. When she returned, she had tears in her eyes.
I was already dead inside. Then I had to explain to my two sweet babies that their kitty was going to heaven too. Next I had to go tell my amazing husband that we had to put down the cat that he had loved for 13 years. Now that's getting hit with a shit stick.
The vet and I sat in that little room with the kids and we explained that Prince was tired and needed to go to heaven now. My daughter cried, and my son asked me if he was going to visit Grammy? At that moment I think the vet broke more than I did. I told him yes, Prince was going to see Grammy and she was going to take care of him from now on. I then took a big breath and asked the kids if they wanted ice cream. It was 11:00AM. I hugged the vet and said thank you. We left the building and  went for ice cream, ironically to the ice cream shop my mom would take us to as kids when she needed to tell us bad news. We sat there, ate bubblegum ice cream and talked about heaven. The kids needed to talk about all of it. That whole time my phone was blowing up with text messages from my husband asking about Prince. I didn't answer one of them. We finished our ice cream, then drove to my parents house. When we arrived my husband rushed out to the car to greet us. He smiled with sad eyes and said, "I guess it's not a good sign, you came to see me in person". I just held him and said "I am so sorry".
Later that day when we were all home, the vet clinic called and I settled the final bill for putting our kitty down. I got off the phone and said something that made us both laugh in our extreme sorrow. I said, "Babe, I think we just got the dead mom, dead cat discount". Our vet hardly charged us anything.
What is the one thing I took away from this awful day? Ice cream makes everything better!