A man at the end of a road, looks back on the many miles he has traveled. He has prevailed twists and turns, up hills and down hills, cracks and bumps and uneven gravel. He has weathered many storms, fought battles, and glided over some of the smoothest pavement. With each passing step, rain or shine, easy or treacherous, he walked with pride and persevered with dignity.
As he approaches the end of the road, he smiles and reminisces about all the fond things he has seen and experienced along the way, taking with him only the positive things, and letting go of the negative. He focuses on the memories filled with love and laughter, for he has had countless miles of joy and happiness.
He bows his head and slowly embraces the long journey he has trekked to get to the end of the road, and the seasoned man he has become. At 91 miles he realizes has had a good run, but he is tired now. Still strong in the mind, though weak in the bones, it’s time for him to lay down, put his feet up and rest.
As he closes his eyes, he knows he has had a journey that most can only dream of. He has traveled 91 miles and immeasurable memories and experiences that he will take with him on his next journey. A journey that is far beyond the pavement and gravel, beyond the sun and stars and beyond the sand and sea. And perhaps one day I will meet up with him again on his new venture and smile and laugh together just as we did not so long ago…
I will never forget all the wonderful memories. RIP Gramps… <3