Got to thinking about Dad last night, and a dream he had.
He was standing on the bank of a river. Across the river, he could see Mom walking, very slowly, using a walker. He watched her walk for a bit, struggling on the rocky trail. Then she saw him, turned her course and plunged into the river. The walker went tumbling and he watched, helpless, as she struggled in the rapid water.
But she came out of the water, climbing, then walking with ease. She came up to him, kissed and embraced him, and together they continued their journey on the same side of the river.
We continue the journey we have started.
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