We discussed what we would do on future vacations. We planned to journey around the country—maybe in an RV—and take road trips, especially to the national parks. We had even discussed a trip to Utah to hike Utah’s national parks: Bryce Canyon, Arches, Zion, Capitol Reef, and Canyonlands. Unfortunately, this trip was supposed to happen in the fall when Reg’s cancer returned. He wanted to bank his vacation time for chemotherapy rather than the trip. We figured we would just travel the following fall. By the following fall, however, he was paralyzed and close to death. Every time I see an advertisement for Utah’s parks or hear people discuss their travel to these places, I feel bitter and sad that we never got there.
We had also planned to travel to Disneyland in Anaheim. We aimed to spend more time in Colorado’s mountains and even talked about possibly retiring in the mountains. Every year, Reg’s parents traveled to Florida and rented a house for April and May in a retirement community. Every April for five years, we visited for a week. We would watch the older couples dancing in the square, eating dinner at the restaurants, playing golf, and just enjoying life together. We would say, “Do you think we will ever spend a winter down here like these people?” We didn’t know, but we knew we would be together.
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