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A Recent Road Trip Reminded Me Who I Am

“I know. I’m worried,” said my brother.

I was telling him that our sister had been bragging to friends that our parents, who are 85 and 86 years old, were going to visit her for the first time in the three years since she moved to North Carolina from New Jersey where my parents and I live. She said her friends were amazed they were driving down at their age. I asked her if she told them her little sister was driving them. She said “Yes, my crippled sister!”

This was the story that prompted my brother to comment he was worried. He often travels with me and knows I have significant physical challenges from a stroke 20 years ago. Our parents are in decent shape for their age, but they have their challenges as well having reached age 85 for mom, and 86 for dad. My brother questioned whether the trip was a good idea at all.

It was my sister’s wish for our parents to see her new home before it was too late. When she told me she was getting a paid vacation from work in early August, I suggested it would be a good time for us to visit. There had been a few false starts for getting my parents there in the past three years. Since I had the time to go, I offered to take them there for a few days.