I didn't find out until last night, but mom and dad fly out at 5 am this morning to Washington D.C. to see my brother and his family.
"I thought it would upset you not being able to go," dad told me last night as he was giving me my medications. "I just didn't think you could make it so I didn't tell you."
"You don't have to hide such things from me," I replied, feeling uncomfortable and odd.
"Sorry," dad said, giving me a hug. "We are flying first class, though. Isn't that neat? I thought it would be easier on your mother than to be crammed into coach. She's getting a little wide for the seats. First class will give us room to breathe."
I couldn't have gone anyway, but it did make me feel left out. Airports? Airplane flights? The incessant waiting? The after Christmas crowds of people? Just getting my clothes and luggage together would be a major feat for me. The one I am worried about is mom. How can she do all that walking? And the incontinence problem? Mentally, she is very shaky these days. Mom is already tired and worn out after Christmas day and dad said she didn't get out of the bed all day yesterday.
Charlie is taking good care of me while my family is gone. Charlie will bring me a fast food supper every night, my Diet Cokes, and he doesn't dawdle over giving my medications. He hands me little bitty envelopes of my pills and leaves. It will also thrill Maggie to see him every night for a week. Charlie is, after all, her favorite "dog" in her pack. Her very most favorite of all.