Growing up my father would talk about so many places around the world that he always wanted to visit. He would talk about these destinations as though he’d already been there. He knew so much about them but he could never visit them because he was working and struggling just to make ends meet. Now that he relies on elderly care, and he is alone with some of the financial resources required to take these trips, it seems almost cruel that he still holds onto the brochures and leafs through them every so often, daydreaming about the trips he never got to take.