One night in casual conversation, Florence told me she regretted never getting to California to see the Golden Gate Bridge. She had never spoken of regrets before to me.
John and I had walked the Bridge on a past trip when it was foggy and scary. I knew we could do this with her, with a little help from our friends. Besides, we always look for a reason to visit Eric.
Thankfully, Karen had never been to SF either and was willing to travel with Florence. This made it easy for John and I to leave from PHL and meet them at SFO.
The very best part of our weekend was the side trip to Muir Woods. This was Florence and Karen's first time in a redwood forest. I suspect they will never be the same again.
As we left Muir Woods, John turned to me and said, "Watching Florence walk through the redwoods ...PRICELESS!"