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Now let me start off by saying I am an eternal optimist, and my husband is a pessimist or a realist I’m not sure which one fits better. His opinion is “why try and plan a vacation, It’s just going to get ruined anyway”. I wish that the universe would stop proving him right all the time. We have not had a good vacation in forever. Our last major trip to Seattle for my sisters wedding was not a pleasant experience, but this last trip topped them all.
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We left for California to go visit my mother-in-law who was just diagnosed with breast cancer (now this should have been my first clue that this vacation was going to suck). We arrived on Saturday afternoon, and on Sunday morning on our way home from church I get a phone call from my mom that my bio-dad died. This came as quit a shock because I didn’t even know he was sick. Needless to say this totally ruined any idea of a vacation. I spent the next few days trying to salvage a few days of our trip for my kids sake, before my hubby drove me to Las Vegas to catch a flight to a funeral.
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The few days we did have in California the weather turned cold and the wind blew hard, so we were stuck with not much to do. The highlight of our trip was while in Vegas we took the kids to see Lance Burton the magician who was amazing.
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I got on a flight to Spokane WA and had the misfortune of sitting next to a guy that would not shut up. Even with my ipod on, and my laptop open watching a movie he didn’t catch a clue and leave me alone. Instead he felt it necessary to tell me his whole life story. In the process of telling me his life story he mentions that he is on his way to a funeral, and all I can think about is “Oh please don’t let it be the same one”. Lucky for me it wasn’t.
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At the funeral I walked into a room full of people who I didn’t know, but who obviously new exactly who I was. Every time I tried to introduce myself they would say to me “I know who you are”. It was a very surreal feeling. I found out from other family members that not only had my bio-dad died at the young age of 51, but his dad died in his 50’s, and his mother died at 43. So if history repeats itself I got about 15-20 good years left. I don’t really believe anything will truly happen, not just because I’m a total optimist, but because my life style is completely different from how they lived.
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On the radio today the DJ was talking about a 24 year old that was told he had 6 months to live, so he sold his house and cashed everything in and lived it up for 6 months. Now it is 2 years later, he is still alive and broke. This made me think, what would I do if I knew I only had 6 months to live. I think I would have to travel the world, and spend as much time with my kids and hubby as a can. Of course none of us knows how long we will live so we should take the time now to live big. Like the song says live like you were dieing.
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So my question is What would you do if you knew you only had 6 months to live?
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[...] By April we decided that we were in desperate need of a family vacation. There was a huge divide between us and the kids because we had been in survival mode for so long. We set off for southern California to hang out in the sun, swim in the pool, and be with Ash’s mom while she recovered from surgery and began chemotherapy. The day after we got there I received a phone call that my dad had passed away. [...]