His Journey Stretching for miles, the road continues in front of us. The fog swirls through the trees while the sun rises in its dimmed brilliance. Cars passing, going on their own journeys Are their hearts just as heavy? A trip that's forced upon us yet needed if he is to heal mentally. Will this work? Will being with nature calm his troubled soul? The land is changing around us. The cows are grazing on …
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…our last lunch together. It's already time for our final goodbyes. I hold tight, the tears flow easily, pouring my love, my hope, around him, not wanting to let go, knowing I have to. It's his journey now. One that's needed and wanted. One he has to travel alone. Will he think of us during his journey? Miss us while he's away. The tears flow once again as we take our own journey back home.