After a full year of meticulous planning, my dad broke the news to me that he really did not want to accompany us on this trip. The day before we were set to leave.
I was shocked by his confession, but I took it seriously rather than try to convince him to go anyway. I knew he meant it.
I went to my room and cried for an hour. I managed to get a hold of my sister and two friends via Messenger, and they each gave advice. Michele suggested I find someone to go in his stead. Louise and Aviva both said I should go anyway and have a great time. All three understood my immense sadness.
Immensely sad. Profoundly heartbroken.
I could take it personally, and when I dwell on it, my ego tells me to do just that. However, he clearly has some health issues and does not feel comfortable going so far away. Plus, he has some personal issues with caring for the property, the dogs, the bills. He just wasn't able to organize himself enough to go away for that long and doesn't feel he can depend on Seth.
Had I been able to talk to him in person, I would have noticed these issues.
So, the remaining posts on this blog will be about the epic road trip with my kids because we did decide to go anyway.
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