The train whistle blows in the distance as the sound of far off traffic penetrates the stillness of the space around me. My daughter’s dog snores rhythmically as she has perched herself securely in the middle of the would-be sofa. With granddaughter still sleeping off her late night television extravaganza this grandpa, who willfully addresses the management of invasive Parkinson’s symptoms, takes in the stillness of this morning before a major change. The tragedy in Orlando the weekend before and the televised and published bickering and adamant fault finding lingers heavy in the background. Tomorrow begins the journey of moving loved ones from South Florida to North Carolina. The journey promises to be long and perhaps tedious at times as I will be one of those driving the truck along that journey. We have attempted to embrace as many plans and preparations as the mind could fathom for this trip and thankfulness is becoming the companion that is soothing the otherwise anxious anticipation of any unexpected challenges. With the end of the journey in mind and all parties safely seeking their respective destination goals, we are discovering the power of gratitude as we navigate each route.
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