When Dan’s mother passed away this past September, he took bunches of tranquilizers (strongly ordered by our doctor) and bravely crawled into the backseat where he traveled from Phoenix to Seattle with our son at the wheel. I couldn’t go because I was fresh with a broken leg and stuck on the couch. The funeral was beautiful (I hear) and the graveside ceremony was lovely (I also hear).
We miss Dan’s mother terribly. She was a beautiful woman with incredible grace. Today we received a letter outlining Dan’s inheritance. It’s just enough to take a small trip should Dan be so inclined and be able to step aboard a plane — something he’s not been able to do for a while now.
But the question is: If someone were to travel anywhere in the United States, where woud be most fascinating? We’ve never been anywhere. Would it be the south with its trees dripping in kudzu? Would it be the eastern seaboard big cities of Boston and New York? Would it be Wyoming … or Minnesota … or Kansas?
Where would we go? What would we do? Should we drive and take our two GIANT dogs? Should we fly and board? So many questions about what probably won’t occur.
All in all, maybe we should just stay home and hide the tiny bit of money in the mattress.
I think Boomers all over the country are wrestling with this same dilemmma. Maybe yes … maybe no.