TEN HOURS OF AUTUMN COLORS

Both of my parents are in failing health. Particularly my father who had a stroke and can hardly walk. And my mom is suffering from sciatica and a bad back. (And so are my husband and I. All part of aging, I presume.) But we decided a visit was in order despite the distance and the pain. So we vowed to hobble along, to be together. And we took a ten hour ride through the mountains of Pennsylvania and West Virginia to visit home.  The trip was a labor of love. Fall foliage was in full swing. And the colors were magnificent. Seeing them is enough to lift anybody’s spirits. So we were invigorated by the time we got there. I always like going through the tunnel in the mountains too. The tough part is always leaving and saying goodbye again. I wish we lived closer, but unfortunately we don’t. Do you have someone you love, that lives at a distance? And does it break your heart, too.... that you can't visit them as much as you'd like?