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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Cthulhu's Librarian" data-source="post: 2490053" data-attributes="member: 11064">Horrible vacation stories? OK, you asked. In 1993, my entire family (Mom, Dad, me, brother, sister, and my girlfriend) were going on a long, 6 week, cross country driving vacation. My Dad (an antique dealer) had bought a new van, partly for the trip, and partly because he wanted a vehicle besides his pickup truck to take to antique shows. The first two days were going to be spent driving as quickly across the country from New York to South Dakota as possible, then begin our vacation there and slowly work our way out to Seattle, down the west coast, then head east into Arizona, New Mexico, Texas, etc. We made it to Sioux Falls, SD and stopped for the night in a Howard Johnsons motel, went for a swim. After swimming in the motel pool, we headed back to our rooms, and settled in to unwind for the evening before starting the real vacation the next day. At around 10:30pm, while everyone was sitting around reading, talking, etc. when my father collaped on the bed. We called 911 and the front desk, and soon had a resque squad in the room. Dad was taken to the hospital, and we were driven there in a police car, as we had no idea where we were going. We got there, waited for about an hour with no information, and finally a doctor came out and told us that my Dad had passed away from a massive heart attack. Apparently, he was pretty much gone as soon as he collapsed, but they continued to work on him for a while before he finally gave up completely. So there we are, in the middle of nowhere after 2 days of non-stop driving, the entire family a complete wreck. There was no way we were going to be able to drive everyone back in the condition we were in, so we booked a plane ride home, but the soonest we could get a flight was 2 days later. So we sat in the hotel room my father had died in, waiting, unable to sleep or eat, until the day of our flight. We put the van in a storage unit to be picked up at a later date by a friend of ours who offered to fly out and drive it back, and flew home. God those were the longest days of my life.</blockquote>

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