Carol and I spent the last week helping our son, Patrick, his fiancé, Lisa, and their dog, Bramble, move to Denver, Colorado from
Raleigh, NC. We helped them drive their two cars and a 15-foot panel truck 1700
miles in three days. We stopped overnight in Louisville and then in Kansas City
and then… just kept driving. The outside temperature was near zero for about
half of the trip. The wind gusts in Kansas made it difficult to keep the panel
truck upright and in the correct lane. Lisa had a bad cold and needed rest. By
the end of the second day, Patrick was exhausted and feeling the stress of
being the group leader and primary truck driver. Bramble and I were both disoriented and
constipated. By Day Three Carol was absorbing some of the stress, too.
Yet, if Patrick asked me to take the entire trip again, I
would do it in a heartbeat. It actually was a privilege to witness Patrick and Lisa as they took
a big risk and moved West.
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There also was something magical about driving along with Carol and watching Patrick and Lisa zooming out ahead of us. It felt like a metaphor for something much bigger.
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