The road of life is never ending and both ends stretch out of sight. We come into being: and we join the crowds, with our burdens light. We awaken to the fact that we are on the road, we are being led along. We walk the road, our hand in the hand, of the person to whom we belong. We walk along and we learn as we go, many stops are all along the way. We make our mistakes and learn from them and sometimes we have to pay. We laugh, we cry, we ponder it all, as on this road we tarry. We try our best to do what’s right, sometimes our friends we carry. We meet many others, along this road, their plight much the same as ours. We ponder the reasons and wonder the seasons, heedless of the hours. There comes a station in the road of life and many will stop their travel. They come to a stop, on the road no more, as sudden as the drop of a gavel. We find that those that are with us from the start, are not with us any more. We grieve, we hang our heads in sorrow, our hearts broken, the tears they pour. We allow ourselves time to feel and then we realize we are still on the road. We pick up our baggage, once light- now a burden and quite a cumbersome load. The road of life is not an easy road and many will leave the path we follow. We still carry on and go our destined way. Our hearts, once full are hollow. The hardest stop along life’s road is the stop where your parents will leave you. You know that the path, that your parent has shown you was their gift so true. You ponder the seasons and wonder the reasons as you look ahead, down the road. Memories surround you like the early morning mist, wearing them like a robe. Thanks Dad, for walking the road with me, even if just for awhile.