Well, as much as I hated to not go, I made the right decision. My 87 year old father who has been bed ridden for two years finally had to go to a long term care facility. Brand new Veterans home through our State Veterans Administration, very nice place. I'll be damned if he hadn't thrived in there. They wait on them hand and foot. Dad had damn near withered away, I went to see him Saturday and he's gained some weight, gotten his color back and doing well in general. He was all jacked up to play pictionary which was that afternoon's activity.
While we were getting Dad settled, his wife, my Stepmother who is 86 had to have an emergency coronary catheter.
My Stepfather 84, had to have an emergency pacemaker procedure. The procedure had numerous complications, a small tear in one of his lungs for one. While in the hospital he contracted covid.
A night later my mom called to check on him and was told that he had contracted MRSA. Well, he didn't have MRSA but did have pneumonia. We finally got him home last week after a three week hospital stay.
So, I definitely would have had to cut my trip short and fly back. Family comes first!
Next years trip will be all that much sweeter, damn it's gonna be good to drink a cold Castle or Windhoek sitting by the fire in the Boma! Next year will be special!