Last summer, we went to Hawaii for holiday. During my 1 trip with my husband, we spent most of our time 2 during the day in the sea, and then enjoying walks along the beach in the evenings.
We didn't take any 3 because we had enough. We had visited the island many times 4. On our way to the 5 we joked that other than our sunburnt skin, we had no way to show that we had 6 there!
As we stood in line at the check-in, we noticed the 7 who had been on our plane the week before. 8, they all had tear-filled eyes this day. On the plane, we sat directly behind them: a mother and her four children without Dad's 9. We learned that the father had been 10 in a jet-skiing accident that week, and his wife and children had to 11 make their way home without him.
We watched the children become 12 while they were playing cards. But the mother stared at her knees, 13 to believe her husband's death. We could 14 feel her pain as we realised that this could have happened to any of us. 15 we were laughing and playing in the water, this poor family had been 16 the sufferings. The vacation they had dreamed about had 17 the terrible dream they would never forget.
I suddenly 18 that we had no pictures for this vacation together. I closed my eyes, 19 that my mind had recorded all the wonderful moments that I had 20 with my husband that week. What a trip!
