Back to Normalcy

Back to normalcy… That sounds so bizarre less than a week after losing my dad, but it is reality in my case. You see, before the death of my dad I had plans – big plans! Masters graduation and then a ladies only trip to Las Vegas to celebrate.

My first big vacation since starting my new gig at the voyager and just an overall escape from the endless stress of grad school. Nobody could’ve predicted that I would lose one of my parents before all of this.

I won’t even lie, I contemplated not going to Las Vegas. All I could imagine was staying at home, curled up in bed, crying my eyes out, attempting to cope with the fact that I lost my rock. I made the decision that I needed to go. To continue living as my dad would’ve wanted me to.

After the first 48 hours, it finally hit me on my first full day at home by myself that I had made the best decision by still going on this trip. That first day at home, alone I was miserable. My feet finally hit the ground to start my day at 10:45AM and by then most of the day was wasted. The pity and sheltered behavior I was displaying was horrendous. By the time I finally got around to eating something, I knew that my dad was frowning down on me for the pathetic display I was putting on.

I refuse to roll over and give up. My dad always instilled that life was worth living to the fullest and I should take advantage of any opportunity to experience life.

After a paltry attempt at packing, I am finally on my way to Las Vegas.

David did ask me if I really need that many pairs of shoes, which I do. And these pictures do not do my packing any justice, because my suitcase is stuffed.

To be honest, I am looking forward to a damn good time with my forever friends. I even promised myself that I would keep it classy! See ya on the flip side kids!

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  • Reply Kyrra

    Um… David needs to realize that you ALWAYS need every pair of shoes you pack… and usually at least one or two pairs you didn’t. lol
    Your comment about your dad always instilling into you to live life to the fullest reminded me of a quote that seems very fitting:
    “My dad didn’t tell me how to live, he lived and let me watch him do it.”
    Enjoy Vegas. Tell Britney I say Hi! 🙂 And have a couple drinks for me!!!

    May 15, 2014 at 9:30 pm
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