Niagara

My husband and I traveled to Buffalo, New York this past weekend. His sister had passed away and we were there to celebrate her life with her family. Beryl had been suffering and when she died, the sons and daughter knew a healing had taken place. Beryl was better.
In making the arrangements, I went through the different websites, explored all the costs and finally arranged a package deal for flight, car and hotel. I congratulated myself on getting a good deal and while we would be flying at ungodly times of morning, the trip should go off very smoothly.
I maintained that feeling until I went to pick up my car. That procedure went without a hitch. It was when I went to look at the address of the hotel that I felt as though I had been punched squarely in the solar plexus.
You see, George had recommended we stay at the Holiday Inn on Niagara Falls Avenue in Buffalo. The funeral dinner would be there. Family from out of town and state would be staying there. It was also one of the hotels offered as part of the package. I clicked, hit submit and away we go.
Then comes the oh poop moment.
I saw the address. It was a Holiday Inn alright. On Buffalo Avenue in Niagara Falls. See the difference? Yeah, I did too. It was 15-20 miles down the road from the one preferred. Are you thinking I should just try to change the reservations? George did. So did I. Until it dawned on us that at the same time we were there, the NCAA BB Tournament for the Northeast was taking place in Buffalo for the weekend. Throw in the mix a little league hockey tournaent in town and switching reservations became problematical. Actually, switching became down right impossible.
So on to Niagara Falls we went. I felt really bad. I felt like I had let my husband down. He would not be able to spend as much time with his family, it would be more mileage and time spent....
We checked in and went to our room. There was a huge picture window in the room. George opened the curtains, looked out and said "I think we are staying."
There they were. The Falls.
They were and are so incredibly beautiful. And that was our view morning, noon and night.
It was a good trip.
I think Beryl made my hand choose that hotel. She knew.

Thank you Beryl.