For quite a few years, following the death of my beautiful Mother, Todd and I began our journey. A kid growing up in the city, I felt the need to see this country from the ground. My love for nature had become insatiable. I needed to see everything of nature, I think we did and are doing a great job.
So many changes occurred in me after my mom’s passing. I constantly recognize my changes and contnuously learn the reasons why.
I am a spiritual person, I do believe my Mother is finally seeing the country, through my eyes. I know she is with me, I share visits with her in my dreams, one time I even gave her a tour of our new home. She lives in me and with me, as does my Father, it is just different.
So today we embark on a different kind of road trip. It even started in a different kind of way. This morning, 6AM AZ time, my phone rang. The incoming number was RoseHillKingDavid. This is the cemetery where my parents are buried. The voice on the other end was cheery, she wanted to let me know that the metal scroll was added to my Father’s stone, but I had known this a few weeks back, as the office already called. As I said, I am spiritual, and this impromptu phone call, well it vibes me something different.
It got me thinking and wondering why leaving our home this time lacked the luster of our other trips. Whenever I would leave our home back east, I would be so excited, not even able to sleep, in anticipation of heading west. This time, I packed my things, and really did not give it too much thought. Although I am excited for our trip, I just felt different this time.
Then today it occurred to me. This trip is a road trip, and the past five years, I was not taking road trips, I was actually finding my way home.
Somewhere in America 