I didn't go to Texas, but I did go to California because my parents and sister were there. They were staying at a nice resort in the desert, but it was not a vacation. My parents are having a hard time resigning themselves to their limitations. I can't blame them, so am I. My sister and I were happy to be there to help them, and glad to have the chance to observe them at the same time in the same circumstances. We gave each other breaks, she to play tennis; I drove to a coffee shop in a nearby town. My parents had a three week trip planned, with visits to friends and other resorts, but instead they flew home with me. I stayed with them until the shuttle van came to bring them to their car. I headed back toward the baggage claim area to use the bathroom and buy a coffee. As I passed over the skybridge to the terminal, I looked down and could see them boarding the van with the other passengers, who helped them with their luggage. It is very like taking care of your child in the world, but the destination is so very different.