If I told you my holidays were relaxing, I’d be lying.
I come from a family who spent our holidays driving up and down the east coast to see grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, etc. Holiday breaks were not meant for sitting at home. We went on day trips, overnights, and week long trips.
We didn’t always have just one destination in mind. Stopping in for coffee or lunch at a distant cousin’s or great aunt and uncle’s home on the way. I’m one of the lucky few who has a strong relationship with relatives spanning generations and distances because my parents took this time.
These relationships and road trips were something I took for granted growing up because, well, it was my normal. I didn’t know anything else. Now living two states away from my immediate family and farther from extended family, my travel time has doubled. I’m lucky if I get to make all or any of the trips with my parents and brothers.
This year, after earning my time off and seniority, I was able to take enough time to see all of my grandparents. I’m glad I did. Two days before I returned home for Christmas my grandmother was admitted to the hospital with kidney failure. Just this week, she passed away. Being home I got to hold her hand, talk to her, and kiss her forehead. Things I may have missed had I needed to take an emergency trip home.
I won’t lie and say I was never bitter or always gracious about hopping in the car as a kid. As time has worn on, I’ve realized a few hours in the car and a few thousand miles is worth the life time of memories.