The other day it was my dad’s birthday. He has been gone a little over five years it has gone so fast. There is no one like your parents or grandparents who love you more than anyone in the world. My dad would regularly tell me how proud he was of me: You are like your old man – an entrepreneur, free thinker, go getter. When he would introduce me, he would always say isn’t she beautiful (kind of embarrassing actually). As a teenager, he would give me advice like it is just as easy to fall in love with a rich man as it is a poor one. It is just too bad I didn’t take his advice on that one LOL.
He had a one-of-a-kind quirky sense of humor, and people loved him. Always tinkering and inventing things he would pull me into all of his projects – to help. He was a recovering alcoholic, so we did 12 step cards, a 12 step game and on and on.
I walked into my neighborhood grocery store and decided to look at some baked goods. I do not really ever go in that direction because I am staying away from carbs… what did I see? A minced meat pie – yes my dad’s favorite. I never see that type of pie in a general store they are really hard to find. It hit me like a bolt of lightning – Dad! I could feel dad’s presence. he wanted to let me know he is still around – watching over me.
I said, “OK dad let’s celebrate in style” I bought the pie along with sardines and crackers. I went home and ate some of the food I remember my dad loving when I was a kid – the only thing that would make it more complete is if I would have through to pick up some Deviled ham and made a sandwich.
I love you dad!
The night, we packed to go back home from Tampa things were really hectic. My husband just couldn’t sleep – not a good sign. When he is tired, the symptoms are worse than ever. Since we both were exhausted from no sleep the night before we stumbled awake a 4 in the morning grabbed our bags and headed out to Tampa Airport.
Southwest has always been very good to us. We checked in, and a wheelchair was waiting as we were whisked to the plane.
The problem didn’t start until we had a layover in Denver – once taken through the gate we had a 2 ½ hour layover – I grabbed us some coffee and waited. My husband said his legs were stiff, and he wanted to get up and walk a little. I watch him as he walked over to the store to look at some clothes, he was talking to a lady. I looked at my phone for a moment, and he was gone – just like that. You know how with small children your biggest fear is that they wander off. That was the awful feeling I had a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach.
Denver’s airport is big I look down the corridors – I was afraid to leave the immediate area, in case he returned. I was frantic – there was a bathroom, so I got the guts to ask a man to check – nope. I ask someone else they said he was in a stall… So I waited still nobody came out. It was an hour; he didn’t have ID, and he doesn’t have a phone. It is within 15 minutes of boarding the plane then…
I spotted my husband looking lost in the middle of the crowd I walk quickly over to him; he saw me and hugged me – he was scared. He said he didn’t know what to do – and couldn’t find me. I was still traumatized as we boarded the plane.
The plane was sitting on tarmac delayed for a short while as the plane took off my husband decided to get belligerent with the flight attendant. NOT KIDDING – he was getting loud, she was trying to understand him. Since he has a heavy accent, she was having a tough time understanding him. He said she doesn’t love me, and she is trying to poison me. OMG I kept trying to get him to calm down and knew they would land the plane if he kept it up – I could just see him in handcuffs being hauled away. I signaled to the flight attendant to ignore him (God must have been with me)…
I don’t know how I did it, but I did get him to calm down – he still had a look of anger in his eyes for the next two hours. I was petrified he would start acting up again.
By the time we landed got the luggage and headed home, I was a total wreck. I think I had PTSD because for the next couple of days, I just couldn’t pull myself together.
We landed at home on December 31 2015 – and in bed by 8 the whole weekend, I was tired – in tears and drained.
I love my trip – but I came home worse than I left…
Thank God I am an eternal optimist or use to be….
Our vacation in Tampa was amazing – we went over the Christmas Holiday. My husband did really well until the day we came home. That is another story…
My brother-in-law really treated us to luxury – massages, gourmet meals, and for my husband’s birthday (belated) a chartered party boat for a sunset cruise. Dancing, singing beautiful 80 degree weather for 7 day we did live the life.
Just what we needed then the last day –reality hit. To be continued…