Pilgrim on a Long, Long Journey
The lovely young woman who will soon be my daughter-in-law said to me recently that she found me to be upbeat. My late dad was generally downbeat but my mother had a deep enjoyment of the beauty of life.
About 25 years ago she came to visit and we were driving on a rare, dreary day in San Diego. She said to me on one strip of highway: “Aren’t those beautiful flowers along the road.”
Sixty five years ago I was quite disappointed having left my friends and our dog when we moved from Dayton, Ohio to Miami, Florida. Mom arranged outings to beautiful places every Sunday until I finally came around.
Did that stem the tide of my sorrow? I don’t know. I do know her steady thoughtfulness was appreciated.
A neuroscientist might tell me that upbeat attitude goes back to modeling that has occurred over thousands of years…
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