Interesting, fun-to-read snippets. Your desire to control and frustration at not finding a meeting rang the familiarity bell for me. Loved the bit about your father's passing. Lost my dad in '83. Sadly, I was not able to be there when he left this life. I loved him dearly, too, though we never spoke of our love for each other, but showed it through our actions: camping, hunting, fishing, and prospecting together. So, I understand your love for your father. Mine drank a little too much a little too often, but he was a good dad and I miss him dearly these 40 years later. So you can see, your telling about your dad brought memories back to me. Thank you.
The need for control will never make us happy. You are so right about that. It seems tricky that sometimes I don't notice my controlling need until I'm in the thick of it. I guess with practice I will catch it sooner, making surrender the new habit.
I think trips are especially tricky for expectations, especially on the heels of the pandemic followed by your Dad's illness. Finally hitting the road is a big deal and you want it to go a certain way but the Universe (or whatever you choose to call your higher power) has a way of showing us what we need to see.
I hate to say accompanying you is fun but from a distance of decades itās absorbing and good to read your thoughts (thank you). We did our driving in our twenties with no expectation except hoping to continue to live as we were. My father died while I sat on his bed, telling him to go explore and weād take care of mom donāt worry. Keep exploring - and letting us watch. You raise us up even with your doubts.
I love this gritty, real, beautiful, travel, grief and life reflection post. Keep writing them. We live just south of Boston if you want to reach out when in Bean Town!
Your soulmate is beautiful! The snippets are so casual and laid back, I feel like Iām on the ride too. š best wishes for the rest of your journey.
Interesting, fun-to-read snippets. Your desire to control and frustration at not finding a meeting rang the familiarity bell for me. Loved the bit about your father's passing. Lost my dad in '83. Sadly, I was not able to be there when he left this life. I loved him dearly, too, though we never spoke of our love for each other, but showed it through our actions: camping, hunting, fishing, and prospecting together. So, I understand your love for your father. Mine drank a little too much a little too often, but he was a good dad and I miss him dearly these 40 years later. So you can see, your telling about your dad brought memories back to me. Thank you.
Beautiful and haunting and an emotional wreck.
Love your story telling,very open and emotional on so many levels...thanks for sharing.
The need for control will never make us happy. You are so right about that. It seems tricky that sometimes I don't notice my controlling need until I'm in the thick of it. I guess with practice I will catch it sooner, making surrender the new habit.
I think trips are especially tricky for expectations, especially on the heels of the pandemic followed by your Dad's illness. Finally hitting the road is a big deal and you want it to go a certain way but the Universe (or whatever you choose to call your higher power) has a way of showing us what we need to see.
Love the memoir title idea!
If you two didn't get in a few spats on a road trip, I'd have to check your pulses. Even John and Yoko argued. lol
I hate to say accompanying you is fun but from a distance of decades itās absorbing and good to read your thoughts (thank you). We did our driving in our twenties with no expectation except hoping to continue to live as we were. My father died while I sat on his bed, telling him to go explore and weād take care of mom donāt worry. Keep exploring - and letting us watch. You raise us up even with your doubts.
More please, Mohr.
I really enjoyed that
I love this gritty, real, beautiful, travel, grief and life reflection post. Keep writing them. We live just south of Boston if you want to reach out when in Bean Town!