June 15, 2008, Sunday

It’s father’s day.

We are current on the cruise ship. The cruise trip we would have taken in the winter of 2006. The plan was that after Lydia finished the chemotherapy, we would go to the cruise trip to celebrate as suggested by the hospital social worker. It would have been a free trip for the entire family. And Lydia was looking forward to it a lot. She would feel proud.

Of course she did not make it. Now, I have decided to make Lydia’s wish come true and take the remaining girls to the cruise, although it’s not a free trip. But that is OK.

Of course it’s not easy for us emotionally. But I can tell all three girls are having great time here on the ship.

Interesting that on the ship, nobody is making a great deal about father’s day. That is good. I would not like to celebrate father’s day at all.

The ocean, and the moon, in the evening, look great. God’s creation is always breath taking.

And of course, I miss Lydia so much. Everyday and every moment. No earthly things are good enough to overcome my sorrow.