My parents live 1,000 miles away (an 18 hr drive), but even with that kind of distance between us, we try to get together every three months or so, especially now that Stella is around. In the past year, they were able to be out here last Christmas right after Stella was born, we flew up to MN in March for Stella’s baptism, we flew back up to MN in August for wedding dress shopping with my little sis, and now my parents were supposed to drive out for Thanksgiving, because we aren’t headed back to MN until my sister’s wedding in February.
On Saturday morning, I woke up and looked at my phone, and my Mom had sent an email with the subject line “ER.”
MOM – DO NOT SEND EMAILS WITH “ER” IN THE SUBJECT LINE, MMMMM’K?! Scared the shit out of me.
So ya, after a midnight visit to the ER and some emergency testing, my Dad will be okay, but for now, he is in a lot of pain and the trip to Colorado is suddenly off the table.
Cue the tears.
Selfish tears, because I miss my parents and was excited to see them.
Sad tears, because my Dad is hurting, and that SUCKS.
Bummed out tears, because I know my parents miss Stella, and going 6 months without seeing her at this age is a LOT.
I’m beyond thankful that Dad should be okay, but today I’m sad because my parents were supposed to be on their way out here, and instead my Dad is home in pain and my Mom is trying to be strong and not make him feel even worse about having to cancel this trip.
Life’s a bummer sometimes.
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