The Long Road Home

I was tired.  My days had been long and my nights way too short.  Driving down the road I was fighting fatigue brought on by the hypnotic view of the white lines on the road.  This was a trip I was dreading.  I had heard from a cousin that my grandma was in very poor health.  This may be my last time to see her and I was determined to make this trip even though I was sleep deprived.

I turned the radio up and began to whistle along with the song that was on.  Well, I say whistle, but the truth is I was only making noise – I’m not very good at whistling. But the music was helping me to stay awake.

My thoughts turned to the reason for this trip, my grandma.  She had been such a big part of my youth spending about half of my summer vacation with her and grandpa every year.  Grandpa had passed six years earlier and Grandma had gone down-hill ever since.  My family was actually surprised she had lasted so long after his death.  They had been together since their mid-teens and pretty much inseparable.  They worked together to build their own house from the basement up.  They owned their own business; he was the worker and she the bookkeeper.  There were not many hours that they were apart.

I passed a sign that told me it was only a mile to the next rest area.  I had to stop and get some caffeine to keep me awake.  I pulled into the parking space as my phone rang.  Putting the car into park I answered the call.  It was my cousin and my grandma had just passed away.  I guess she couldn’t wait any longer.  The trip would now be for a funeral instead of a visit.  I was hurting that I didn’t get to see her, but glad she was finally at peace.  As I walked to the rest area the tears began to form.

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – whistle

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