This is the highway between Edmonton and Calgary. It's hard to believe that it was February 10, 2012 when it was taken. It looks like it should be October, not the middle of a Canadian winter.
It was a long day yesterday. My sisters and I took the day off work to make a journey to Calgary for my Great-Uncle George's funeral. I'll be honest; I originally wasn't going to go. I have never been that close to my extended family. But on Thursday, I read the obituary and a small voice whispered in my ear that it's family and I need to go. No one from my side of the family was going to be there and it just seemed wrong.
So, for once I actually listened to that voice. At the last minute, I pushed to get some advertising for work wrapped up, arranged for my sisters to come with me, and the next morning we were heading down the highway at 7 am.
It was a long day, driving that highway twice in one day. We made it to Calgary in time for then service and headed back right after. I got to spend some time in the car with my sisters, but that was just a bonus for me.
The moment I walked in, I knew it was right to listen to that little voice. The welcome from cousins I hadn't seen in years, even though we literally live about 15 minutes away from each other touched my heart. The look on my Aunt and Uncle's face when we walked in broke my heart.
And then there was the tribute to my Uncle George. I heard what a loving and giving soul he was. He was thoughtful and kind. I remembered his laugh. He truly lived a life that was well traveled. His little sayings likes "too much is too much" has been now passed on to me. In those moments, I saw and knew a wonderful man. Even though he was gone, he touched my life in those brief moments.
That day, we drove for seven hours to be there for one. But it really was a road traveled well.
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