The timing couldn't have been worse. This can't be happening this morning of all days. It was early and I was in the bedroom getting ready to leave for the airport. Kenneth was already a nervous wreck over me leaving for 8 days. He doesn't like flying and to make it worse I was going to be on a boat surrounded by water...also not high on his list. Then, just as he is putting on his shoes to go to the dairy barn the horrifying pictures are plastered across the TV screen. Five more minutes and he would have been out the door, but instead he stands dead in his tracks listening to every word.
Photos: Italian cruise ship disaster
Credit: AP Photo/Gregorio Borgia
This was terrible. My heart bled for those poor people on the ship and their families. I was about to embark on the trip of a lifetime and this has to be the last news story I hear before leaving. I could put it in perspective and know that my trip would be safe but I knew it was weighing heavy on Kenneth. He didn't say much as he walked out the door.
Shortly he returned to take me to meet the girls to go to the airport. I knew he was worried but he loves me and didn't want to keep me from having a good time. We didn't mention the sinking ship as we drove to the designated meeting place. Conversation was light and we said our goodbyes in the truck before the girls arrived. By the time they came he was smiling again and even joking with Linda as he loaded my luggage in her car. I would miss that smile but knew I would see him again in a few days. Not even a distant sinking ship was going to ruin my cruise.
Until next time...that's my view.