So one of my objectives of coming here was to help dad with his bucket list.  I had this very Hollywood version of how the whole trip would go down.  I would swoop in and we would have the big Hallmark moment talk, 40 years of relationship challenges would be washed away instantly and then we could go on a huge adventure.  I would rent a car and we would just go play.

Yeah.  That didn’t happen.

Dads apartment  was one continuous tripping hazard…you couldn’t access the kitchen.  His pain and withdrawals well made him rightfully withdrawn.   He had had less than a week to come to terms with his diagnosis.   His mobility was limited and he had lots of new health care workers to meet and he rightfully wanted to be in charge of his care.