My papa didn’t want any more sadness once he knew that he was going to have
to leave his family soon. He wanted to have one last really happy memory
with us. He decided that we should go down to Myrtle Beach, South Carolina.
A lot of people like to go there to party, but they mostly do it in the
spring and summer. This was in the winter, around Christmastime. It was the
last Christmas that my papa ever saw. According to people who lived there,
it was pretty cold at the time, but it wasn’t anywhere near as could as it
gets up here in Massachusetts, so we didn’t mind. We couldn’t go into the
ocean, but we sat on the beach, and enjoyed spending time together. We
didn’t do a lot of activities, but it was nice and quiet, since the
party-goers were living their regular lives in other places. We spent a lot
of time in the hotel, playing board games, and just talking. I skipped a lot
of school in the fifth grade. That’s okay, because I made up all of my
assignments, and I wanted to be with my family. Papa was really tired all
the time, but he still smiled, and he could still make me laugh. We were
lucky for that too. Most people with the disease who were that far along in
their journey have trouble speaking. He was sometimes hard to understand,
but he could still talk well enough.
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