Letting Go of My Pink Balloon

A little over a year ago, I was contemplating a visit with my father in Key West. The Holiday season was nearing and I knew my father’s health was beginning to fail. His friends had called me worried about him, saying that he was not “himself” lately. I knew I needed to see him soon and became consumed with fear. I panicked and wondered what would happen if my ultimate dream of living in Key West near my father never came to fruition. Key West was a second home to me and living there with my best friend (my dad) was something I had dreamed about since the first day I set foot in the Conch Republic. (more…)