For some reason we got a wild hair and decided to go on a two week cruise to Hawaii. It left April 26th. My grandmother, who had stage four lung cancer, died on April 28th. (She was my best friend and I didn't think she was going to die while I was gone but it just went fast) So we decided to come home once we hit the first island (which happened to be Maui). We were at sea for 5 days. I swear we were the youngest people there. The food was all old people food such as bran flakes and etc... However, cruising with old people means no drunk people in the halls and everyone loved the kids and they got lots of attention, which the ate up! We were suppose to get a bigger room as well but none opened up so we were stuck in some little room with the kids and me being sad about my grandma dying and feeling bad I left her; needless to say that is what I picture hell like. Some girl in the kids camp tried molesting Kierra, we got bad sunburns, and had to re-pack like 6 suitcases in this closet of a room. I guess it was our own fault for going when I knew my grandma was in the hospital but I guess you live and learn. I did feel at peace after my grandma died just because she wasn't in pain however, I felt really bad that I wasn't there for her or my mom and I felt isolated from everyone because I wasn't at home helping plan her funeral and grieving with family. So we got to spend about 12 hours in Maui. That is a pretty sweet consolidated tour of Hawaii. Luckily we had insurance on the trip and got most of all we spent back!