I have more thought on yesterdays post.
My mother was 83 years old and had been in bad health for years. Still, you just don't expect it when the times comes for them to leave this earth. I was very close to my mother, being an only child. My parents were divorced when I was nine years old, so for many years it was just me and my mom.
I was glad to have my daughter and my grandson come with me on that trip. As it turned out, it was one of the ones you remember for a life time. We went to the Yuma prison, got pictures of my grandson, in "jail", on that same trip we also went to San Diego Zoo. Went by the place I lived in San Diego so many years ago. Really enjoyed the Escapade at Lancaster,Ca. My grandson made me so proud by giving blood. We stopped at Las Vegas,NV also. He was way too young to go into the casinos, except to eat and boy he could do that! He was a big boy and a big man now. Took them out to the Dam, that was impressive! And on the way back to Texas, stopped at the Grand Canyon. That was the time I got my Golden Age Passport.We actually camped in the park, no hook ups, I ran the generator long enough to make something in the microwave, and then Donnie built a fire. That's what camping is all about, sitting outside in total darkness around the campfire, roasting marshmellow with your family!