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March 10, 2009

Michele: Travels

She wanted to see America. Rent a Winnebago, travel the country, see all the landmarks. We’d done Europe and South America, but never our own country.

“How many states do you think we can get in before I die?” she asked.

“All of them, love.” She knew it was wishful thinking. I knew it, too.

Our tour of the country lasted one day; from Statue of Liberty to the emergency room. Her last words were “49 to go, Dan.”

After the funeral, I put her urn on the passenger seat of the Winnebago and we set off to see America.

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Comments

Poignant and sad, with a chaser of hopefulness. Very well done.

Posted by: Kat at March 10, 2009 9:41 AM · Permalink

This one struck home for me because my parents traveled the states before my mother died from cancer. It's a little spooky that my father's name was Dan.
Obviously, I liked this story a lot.

Posted by: Jim Parkinson at March 10, 2009 11:19 AM · Permalink