The changes keep coming

Today my mother Devon and I went for a ride in the hills to see the turning colors and get a breath of fresh air. This is the time of year when my parents would have gone on a month long travel adventure. They spent the better part of each October and April traveling. They used to spend alot of time in Central America, but in recent years they had started to dabble in the RV life. It was a turn of events that took me by surprise, but an endeavor they loved. They had plans to travel extensively upon my father’s retirement -which would have been next summer -in some sort of RV get up.
As September drew to a close I noticed that my mother would spend more time on the patio staring into the night or the very early mornings. I often heard her crying as she greeted the day. Now that October is here I notice a resignation in her demeanor. So today I thought that if we could get out of the house and away from the paper work that perhaps it might cheer her. So we trekked into the hills and looked at the turning of the aspen trees. After awhile she began to talk about how hard it was to drive and know that there would be no adventures coming her way, at least not the same sorts that greeted my father and her every fall and spring. She recalled parts of their many trips and pointed out places where she and my father had hiked. I mostly sat and listened, trying to picture the two of them on the open road where no phones or emails ever reached them. Although I am no friend of camping and prefer carpet and beds to the outdoors, her recollections sounded divine. I knew that Devon and I were no replacement for what she has lost but for a small amount of time we smiled and laughed, and that’s not so bad at all.