On June 3rd, my husband and I skipped town and went to New Orleans. We were set to get on a cruise June 5th but wanted to spend a couple of days before exploring “The Big Easy”.
When we got on the ship Sunday, we had several hours of sailing down the Mississippi River before we entered the Gulf of Mexico, which meant CELL SERVICE!
I sat on the top deck, overlooking the beautiful sunset and called my dad. We share a love of the ocean (it’s our happy place) and I’d be certain our ancestors made some horrible mistake settling in Kentucky if it weren’t for the horse racing… another shared love.
My dad had surgery on the day we left for NOLA.
He had complications from diabetes and smoking WAY too much and had to have his toe amputate in April. The surgery in June was to clear out some of the dead skin and make sure everything was healing right. “I’m fine,” he’d always say. [Read more…]