In roughly nine hours my family and I were going to embark on a family vacation.
My kids have had a lot of things happen in their lives that most kids don’t have to deal with, and right now they have an aunt and a grandmother fighting cancer. Things have been kind of heavy around here. We planned a trip around fun life experiences to show them that things don’t always have to be a bummer.
We were going to go to Key Largo with trips to the Everglades and Key West. We were going to go parasailing, swimming with dolphins, and tour the islands on wave-runners. We were going to have a picnic on the beach.
My nine year old son, who has a map of the world on his bedroom wall and who sleeps with an airplane, was so excited for his first plane ride. He has been counting down the days.
But, irony? It bites hard! Because the kid with all of the medical problems is now too sick to go.
This afternoon, I had to make massive, last-minute cancellations through my tears as my son slept fitfully on the couch. I cried for an hour straight. When my son woke and found out we weren’t going, he shed tears of his own.
We may not be headed to the beach, but there is certainly no shortage of salt water around here.