Back in February, when Paul and I returned home from Mérida with Mom and Dad (ages 84 and 89, I’m sure they won’t mind my telling you), we were a little stumped when my normally effusive parents went a little quiet when I prodded them about the trip.
Now I think I know what happened.
Dad explained to me over dinner on Saturday night that “We understand now that this was a business trip, not a pleasure trip.” It was as if they were reconciling their disappointment and forgiving us. I was irate.
It seems they wanted to see more things and experience more Kodak moments. Their natural restlessness doesn’t [Read more…]