Tomorrow (or today, whenever you read this) we're going on a family day trip to Jasper with Raimund's family. We discussed doing this a few weeks ago, and we've all been looking forward to it since.
This trip will be both amazing, and bittersweet. A few weeks ago we discovered that Raimund's mother has inoperable cancer. She battled breast cancer a few years ago and we thought she defeated it, but the cancer has since spread to a point where not much can be done.
Raimund's mother wants to see the mountains one last time, so we're all going to be there with her. She says one last time and I can't help but think "don't say that...you never know." There could be a chance the chemo will help. We can only hope.
It seems like that past couple years I've had to deal with death more and more. Just a few weeks ago we had a funeral for my great uncle who was only recently diagnosed with lung cancer in January...but I'll leave that for another blog post.
I guess what I'm getting at is that you can never predict the future, and to a degree that scares the shit out of me. We're not guaranteed to be here tomorrow, let alone five minutes from now. Thinking like that always makes my mind wander. I start to question our existence and why the hell we're even here, but then I'm brought back into the moment, being here with Ben while he plays with rocket ships, and I'm just grateful for this time to be with the ones I love.
Many photos will be taken tomorrow, and reminiscing among Raimund's family. Let's hope for good weather.