We were preparing to make the annual trip down to see my parents in Florida for Thanksgiving as we did so many times before. The drive got longer each and every time (in our minds at least) and it was even more of a chore now that we had our son with us. He had already made the trip twice (a good seven hours in the car) but it was a lot for him to handle and he usually became fairly cranky (he just turned 2).
As the day got closer, we just decided we didn't want to go. Even though my parents changed the day for our big Thanksgiving dinner to Wednesday because of our work schedules, even though my parents did not get a chance to see their grandson very often, and even though it was the only time each year our whole family was together. I don't know what possessed me to do it, but we cancelled the trip. I just called my mother and told her our son was sick and we couldn't travel.
Never one to outwardly complain , she made the best of it, said it was OK, and life, for the moment, went on. Shortly thereafter, I knew that my mother knew the truth about that Thanksgiving (mothers always, always know). She never came out and said it, but the next few times afterwards in conversation, she subtly made mention of the fact that she missed her grandson, and before long we had scheduled two spur-of-the-moment trips to Florida.
It was during the latest that she brought it up. Without being mad, without raising her voice, one morning while we were out walking she said to me "David, I know you weren't telling the truth last Thanksgiving. I don't know exactly why you didn't come, but I know you could have if you really wanted. You absolutely have the right to live your life the way you want to, but just know that I can't make it to see you as often as I'd like, and I'm not getting any younger. I do not want you to say you're sorry, I just want you to know that it means a lot for me to see my grandson while I am still here on this Earth."
I will never forget that conversation as long as I live. I never said I was sorry, because I knew it would do no good. I can go home to Florida one thousand more times so my mother can see her grandson, but it will never, ever make up for that Thanksgiving that we didn't come.
So sometimes, even sorry isn't enough...
Causes David Bakke Supports
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I also generously support The Salvation Army and the Vietnam Veterans Association.