The last thing I remember seeing when I cleaned your living room was your white board that kept a list of all your important dates. The bottom one read: April 17th USA two weeks.
Then you got ill and while you were in hospital we made the decision to postpone the trip. I'm not sure if you could hear me when you were on the ventilator but I told you we'd do it when you got better. All you friends in the USA were so upset at the news you were ill and were praying. I felt so guilty for postponing the trip because everyone else couldn't go, but I couldn't go with you.
My thinking was that if you did recover and at this point there was less reason to assume you wouldn't, you would be in hospital for a long time and then needing a lot of rehabilitation. I couldn't even think about taking a trip in the middle of that.
And now I have to make that trip at some point without you. The rest of the gang will be there but with a vital member missing. How do I deal with that Dad? You'd tell me to "just get on with it". I have amazing memories of our last trip together, even though you created riots wherever you went! So I thought I'd share some with the readers as well:
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| You and Arran pretending to be great at croquet |
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| We had lunch with the bears |
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| eight hours on a plane could make anyone look like this |
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| the USA make it bigger, make it badder! |
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| You found a thrown |
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| sneak a few of the grapes you picked |
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| It really was this big (pity it was plastic) |
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