Thursday, January 02, 2014
On resisting a parent's pressure, on principle, to attend a family vacation:
My 94-year-old father badgered me to go on a cruise with him. I hate cruises, and had many work obligations that week. The idea of being cooped up with my very dependent father for a week really really didn't appeal to me.
But my best friend told me I had to do it, so I did. Once I accepted that the cruise was not for me, but for him, I actually enjoyed our time together. I even used some of it to get him to tell me his life story so I could take notes against the day I might have to write his obituary; it turned out there were many things I didn't know about him.
Two days after we returned to port, quite out of the blue, my father suffered an aneurysm and died. I have never regretted that trip for an instant, and I can't thank my friend enough for urging me to take it.
-- No Regrets