This was one of my fears of going travelling.
The fear became real to me recently, when I heard the sad news that my Nan had died. Losing someone you love is never easy, but losing someone while away, made me feel helpless and guilty. I am reassured that my Nan died in her sleep, in her own bed and she never had to go to hospital or into a care home. This makes me content and glad that she died with dignity and had it her way.
When I found out I’d lost my Nan, I desperately wanted to call her and tell her how much I love her and to say bye one last time. I regretted not calling her more and not seeing her enough on my last visit home.
I wished I had a crystal ball so I could have foreseen this and chosen to have stayed at home, rather than go travelling again. But then I knew that’s not what she would have wanted. I’m glad I can say I was a good granddaughter, we both liked and loved each other and enjoyed each others company. I know that every meeting and conversation was meaningful and meant a lot to both of us. I am grateful for that.
Stu and I made the easy decision to leave Thailand and go back for my Nan’s funeral. I wish I could see my Nan for a hug and a chat while we’re back, but of course that’s not possible.
Losing someone I love while I’m travelling is still a fear of mine.
If you had this fear would you still leave? Would you put off a trip of a life time because someone might die, or would you go and live your life and what will be will be?
Have you ever lost someone you love while you’re away travelling? How did it make you feel?