The Last Time

I didn't want to go to Florida that summer, I wanted to go to summer camp with my friends, but my parents wouldn't hear of it. I hadn't visited that set of grandparents since I was in elementary school, so we were going to go and spend a week there whether I liked it or not. And so we went, on the longest car ride ever and I was completely miserable when I was there. I feel bad now that I wasn't better company because it was only a few years later that they passed, one right after the other. And I wish I had better quality memories of them.