To Louisville We Will Go September 30, 2024 428 words

My daughter Ruth and I plan to fly to Louisville Early on Wednesday to attend the In Sights Art show as part of APH annual conference. Ruth was excited, pointing out that she and I have never traveled with out John. I have mixed feelings. I was excited, but scared of the unknown and concerned that it would be hard on Ruth. We did a preflight this past weekend by attending a Turnbull family wedding celebration.
Ruth, my son in law Aaron Matthew and myself drove across the state to Northville for the gathering.
After parking , we walked to a restaurant. We found that we were a day late for that place That bar was the place for Friday’s activities. The restaurant Genitti’s was a few doors down the street.
Upon entering, my niece Megan and her husband Amitava were the first to greet us, Followed by my brother Brian, Ann, his wife and the two girls, Eliza and Evie. They wanted to say hi before going to the sitters.
In turn I was hugged by a succession of relatives . After the social hour, the couple reenacted their wedding vows for the guests. Mayor Brian officiated the final vows and blessing of the wedding.
We found our seats with an envelope with each guest’s name at their assigned place. We were paired with My sister in law Karen , her two sons, Steven and Doug and lady friend Crystal. Ruth remembered to place me so my left handed use of utensils wouldn’t jar my neighbor’s elbow. I enjoyed the five course dinner while listening to the noisy highs and lulls of joyful conversation around me. I would occasionally add a comment to the group but I was content to smile at this family of mine.
The dinner was topped with cannoli’s. There were ice ream treats from the Good Humor truck parked outside the door for departing guests.
Ruth took charge of directing where we would travel. She was careful to warn me of drops and curbs to and from the event. My confidence increased as she navigated us around obstacles and people. In turn, I playfully tapped around her legs as she was washing her hands in the ladies room.
I will leave on Wednesday but my worry about Ruth’s ability to keep us safe is put to rest. Louisville, here we come
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**. poem
Traveling
Arm and arm, with suitcases checked
packs on our backs, walk the terminal track.
Shoeless, scanned, we’re good to board.
Mother, daughter, friends,
Smiling, through the door.
carolaspot@aol.com copyrighted 9/30/24