What an emotional day.

I got up early to meet my parents while they waited for their passports from immigration so that they could disembark the ship to fly back to the USA.  My stepfather was having health issues and they wanted to be “home” to deal with them.   I learned the day before that they had made this decision but watching it happen was so draining.  Helping them get to the taxi felt like walking the gang plank.

In the meantime, Bill had been getting sick and by the afternoon he hit the wall.

I was full of worry which didn’t do a darn bit of good but my mind “traveled” there.  I went from – Should I accompany my parents for the hour drive to the airport to make sure they get to there ok?  To – I can’t leave Bill because he’s so sick… blah, blah, blah…

It felt like the twilight zone (still does).  My stepfather’s scooter sits outside their door. It’s like they up and disappeared.  Their room is empty but their clothes are still hanging in the closet – left for me to finish packing to ship their luggage upon disembarkation.

By the end of the day my parents made it safely to the airport and got on their flight. Bill spent 2.5 hours in the medical center and returned feeling much better after treatment.

And life continues….