It Wasn't Meant to Be
Monday, April 28, 2014
In April of 2013, my dear husband gave me a weekend in NYC for my birthday. We used to go up at least once a year, but had not been in 4 years due to various reasons. Needless to say, I was very excited! However, the Saturday before the weekend we had booked, my precious father died. We had insurance on the Broadway tickets and were reimbursed. We sent a copy of Daddy's obituary to the airline and were given a year to use those tickets.
The year was about to escape us, but we managed to sneak in under the wire with a planned trip this past weekend. We were to leave for the airport at 630 Friday morning. At 130AM, my husband awoke terribly sick (he had come home from work early on Thursday feeling feverish and generally "yucky" - something he never does.) He was sick (GI) all night. We evaluated our options throughout the night. Finally at 6AM, he said, "I don't think I can make it."
I called and cancelled our flight and hotel reservations. Because he wasn't hospitalized with proof of illness, we suffered full penalty on our prepaid reservations. A major OUCH!!!
There are no 24 hr drugstores or grocery stores near 'The Other Place' we live, unlike our hometown with 3-24 hr stores on every corner. I was at the drug store when it opened at 9AM, purchasing OTC solutions and GatorAde. By evening, he was fine.
We took in a movie on Friday evening, went for a 3 mile hike in a nearby state park on Saturday, went to church and had the kids over for lunch on Sunday, followed by an hour walk and another movie that evening.
If I put on my rose-tinted, Pollyanna glasses and momentarily forget the mucho-bucks we were penalized for cancelling our plans, I can honestly say we had a great weekend.
We WILL get back to NYC soon. I do love that town!!!