A few weeks ago my sister told me the good news. My dad’s doctor said he was healthy enough to fly. We began to make plans to bring him west.
Then reality set in. My sister was never strong on the idea, but didn’t have the heart to stop us. My niece was wary too and told me so.
It led to one of those awkward conversations where father and son sheepishly came to the same sad conclusion. Practicality over fantasy. My dad had permission to fly, but was he prepared to spend a full day traveling then do it again on the way back?
And so the trip was scotched. Of course that’s not the end of the story.
I purchased tickets tonight. Helaine, Stef and I will be heading to Milwaukee for Father’s Day weekend.
“What are we going to do with Doppler?” Helaine worried. We have no one close-by to leave her with. So guess who’s taking her first airplane ride!
My father got the news on Facetime this afternoon. “I’m very excited,” he said. Me too. Us too.
In spite of having grown up in Queens and her husband Jeff in Washington Heights, my sister and brother-in-law have planted their roots in Wisconsin. Three children. Four grandchildren. And, of course, my dad.
Can’t wait to see them all.
And the Phillies will be in town!