I’m actually typing this up a few days after I wrote it, but you get the idea.

Today, my lil bit and I are traveling to Florida. Almost the entire summer, in Memphis, it has alternated between rain (around 60% of the time) and oppressive, hot, humid summertime. As we sit in the Charlotte airport, waiting on our connecting flight, it’s pouring and our flight has been delayed 3 times (Update: The flight was cancelled, uncancelled, cancelled again, uncancelled, and finally cancelled so we ended up in Ft Myers instead of Sarasota. Luckily, it was only about an hour out of the way).

We’re heading to Sarasota, where we hope to miss the hurricane, now headed north over Tampa. The irony is not lost on me, I assure you. (Thankfully, yesterday was a bit choppy, but today, Saturday, was gorgeous and we had an awesome day at the beach).

GAVINZILLA!!!

The beach is my happy place and there are few things in life I enjoy more. Granted, my trip has a two-fold purpose. My 80 year old father is ill. I’ve mentioned before that my Daddy passed away when I was 9 (Lost loved ones.). A year later, my mom married Neville, my step-dad, often affectionately referred to as Nev the Dev. Neville had to have heart surgery about three weeks ago. This was the first major surgery he has ever had to have. When he was 65 years old, he was rated #3 in the country (U.S.), in his age group, for racquetball. He summarily and single-handed trounced men half his age at the community center where he played most days.

Nev the Dev and my stunning big sis, Deb. 

Logically, of course, I knew one day-maybe even one day soon, I would lose him. Even so, I find I am not handling the thought of losing my father, again, very well at all. Neville has always been so vital, so full of life. To see him ill and know he is in a rehabilitation hospital (no picnic for him either to be sure), well it frankly scares the shit out of me. I try to remind myself of one of his favorite sayings-We will be shown the way. In other words, what’s going to happen is going to happen and there isn’t much need to be stressed-out about it. I just hope he’ll be showing us for many more years. Until then,

Que Sera Sera (Whatever will be, will be). The future’s not ours to see, que sera sera.

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