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It’s incredible how things can change so fast. Ever had a lifetime experience? I know I have. Who would’ve known this summer’s vacation was going to be last one together, together as in all of us as a family. Let’s go back…

Hearing the motor turn on at dawn, I loved the feeling of traveling, knowing a new destination was up ahead. Our stop? Branson, Missouri. We got there by mistake. Our destination was Wisconsin, but my dad had made the wrong reservation. Branson was where we were going to be for five days. The scenery was beautiful. Hearing birds chirp early in the morning, walking outside, the breezy wind blowing softly through my hair, sending chills down my spine. I remember being mad at my dad for being so strict. My sister & I always hiding from him, sitting in the back seat, text messaging our friends. As she would say it was our only “communication to the world.” We got the college talks every day, but took them for granted. All of our trip we never heard one word about college. It was very unusual but thought that my dad had finally gotten the point that we didn’t want to hear his college talks. Little did we know, we weren’t ever going to hear them again. A few weeks before our trip, my dad was diagnosed with high blood pressure & cholesterol. He was finally starting to take care of himself. Throughout the trip, he ate very healthy. We went out to eat every night & we’d walk to & from the hotel. Walking back, I’d feel my dad throwing rocks at us from behind. My little brother joined along. Turning back, I’d see the same shadow, the same walk. It was clear they were father & son. Once we got to the hotel, our wrestling matches began. He’d throw pillows at us & jump on top of us until we couldn’t breathe. Little did we know, that was going to be the last time we’d hear his laughter. We left our vacation early because he hadn’t felt very well the next morning. We left so many memories in Branson, ones that will last a lifetime. A week after we came back, my dad probably experienced the worst pain he ever had felt. He had numerous of headaches that never seemed to go away. Who would’ve known that August 7th, my sister’s birthday, would’ve been the last day I would see my dad as his normal self. On August 11, I lost my him, my role model, my pride, my everything, my dad. I lost him to a tumor in his brain. We never even knew he had a tumor; how could this be?! In four days, so quick, he was gone. If I could, I’d go back to our trip, back to our happiness, our last trip as a family.

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