It wasn’t a planned trip. We decided the night before we were going to do it, my mother and I. So off we went, heading west, back to the place where I grew up and she lived nearly 40 years, to attend the funeral of one of my childhood friends.
If I could have chosen another way to get home, I would have. And yet, this is what was given us, and I’m grateful we both were able to rearrange things quickly enough to make it happen.
It was a bittersweet trip in many ways but I was gratefully surprised by the beauty, life and laughter that sneaked in among the heart-wrenching moments of tears. And after I’ve caught my breath, I’ll try to share a little more. For now, here’s a little peek — from our blessed jaunt through the North Dakota Badlands on Saturday.
A friend of mine calls journeys like this pilgrimages, and indeed, it was.
More soon…
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I hope your pilgrimage gives you some peace…grief is so difficult sometimes, it rises up when we least expect it. Thinking of you:)
So glad you decided to go, and your mom got to go along too. I’m looking forward to seeing/reading more about the pilgrimage- hugs sweet one- praying you feel peace and love.