We ended up in Orlando this year. We are beach people, so inland is a little weird.
We got on the dad-might-die! kick and decided we would help fulfill his dream of seeing the space shuttle take off. It's supposed to be fantastic to watch.
You see, what Dad really wants is to fly IN the space shuttle, and that costs about 20 million dollars, and they've got Sutent (and family vacations!)to buy instead.
So we're in Orlando. 367 days after he got The Rotten Kidney cut out. NASA cancelled the shuttle lauch WITHOUT consulting us. We're having oreos instead.
And now... my symbolic prose juxtaposed to real-life pictures to make said pictures more interesting and um, symbolic. Yeah.
I started this post on Tuesday of last week. I can't come up with the proper reparte to sit by this awesome trilogy.
I was going to say something about jumping in, and trust, and riding the wave, and and the ripple effect of everyone on everyone else, etc...etc...
But I'm tired of it. Really tired of it.
Blah blah blah. Back up. If you look at your life in still-shots, you miss the view- because it's all out of context. Watch the movie instead. This movie isn't about cancer. It's about my Dad doing a cannonball. He happens to have cancer.