Journeying on Interstate 65 three days per week often draws me back to my year in Michigan. It was a year when I frequently traveled on M-6, an interstate highway that allows drivers to bypass busy highways.
I find myself comparing the two journeys. The radio station sounds similar at times. How can that be? I sometimes don’t feel like traveling among the heavy truck traffic. I inwardly groan at the thought of driving two hours per day. Sometimes, I feel like a truck driver with a much lighter load. While in Michigan, I sometimes felt like choosing to do other activities than help my father with grief recovery.
However, one main difference is the destination. Taking care of a baby is the beginning of life. Julia’s constant changes and growth remind me of how she is developing. Witnessing this type of growth is quite different than the end of life, but yet….. there is good in both.
The journey continues…
A Journey Worth Remembering 