This past summer during a trip back East, we detoured to Connecticut to visit with Grammy, who at the time was no longer healthy enough to join us on our summer vacations like she used to. Setting aside time to visit her at home on the Long Island Sound added the blessing of being able to show the boys one of my favorite places. I’d grown up visiting the house on the water every year, riding in a motor boat or rowboat and learning how to fish with my Papa, eating at our favorite local seafood place, swimming and jumping off the dock, sitting on the deck with Grammy watching the birds.
I took the boys down the path to the beach nearby. We took Grammy to that same seafood place and I had the best lobster bisque of my life. The next morning, we took Grammy to the local aquarium, bigger and better than what I’d remembered from when I was a kid. Big bro pushed her wheelchair and we took in each exhibit, chatting about sea life the whole time. She was tired but smiling when we got home.
That was the last time we saw her. Six months later, she is gone.
Before our trip, we’d debated the five-hour detour through New York City and D.C, with the logistics of booking one-way flights through two cities, riding a train or renting a car, toting luggage and the kids all the while. We decided the kids are great travelers, prayed for light traffic and did it despite the inconvenience. It was the right choice. One I’m sure will stay with us for the rest of our lives, hopefully reminding the boys someday how important it is to take the detour.
We had a really good day.
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