Feb. 25, 2007
On The Road Again
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Those 900 mile trips with 3 children in tow -- those are the kind that make you really miss your own bed, your own kitchen, the ordinary in life... We've been out of town; my Father-in-law is dying of cancer so we've been down south for a while. We've been home for a few days only to find out that mid-week we'll need to retrace that familiar path, most likely to bury my husband's father. We seem to live by the phrase "Ya do what ya gotta do". When we lived in NC, we drove to Florida for Easter and less than 12 hours after we got home, we were back on the road again...for my grandmother's funeral. Not an easy trek but I am glad that we made the original trip so that I was able to see my grandmother one last time this side of heaven. Same song with my Father-in-law, it will be hard to make the trip again, but the initial trip down was of much value, especially to my husband. Something just feels so wrong about watching a man's body die while his mind is so alive. He and my husband were able to laugh and enjoy one another's company and learn more about each other than they ever really knew. It's a bitter-sweet thing...wish that they could have known each other this way long ago. So, even though it's not the easiest trip to make....I can sing the next line of the song "....just can't wait to get on the road again..." Not because it's a fun trip...if only. But, because we had the opportunity to spend valuable time this past week with a man who we'll only be able to spend time with in our memories soon. Whether financial with the expenses involved, or whether in terms of the physical discomfort involved with such trips...you can't put a price on the preciousness of that one last goodbye. |