On the Move

Sitting with gratitude, even as tomorrow remains unknown.

I’m traveling today. My dad is still here, and he’s doing well.

I’m going to sit by his side, to say my goodbyes — hopefully not the final ones. I hope he pulls through. I hope there is more time.

Grief has a way of making you brace for storms before they come. Of holding your breath, waiting for the moment when everything might change. I’ve been living in that space for a while, since Robert’s death, and with my dad’s health shifting.

But today, as I pack and move toward him, I’m reminded that love is not only about loss. It’s about presence. It’s about showing up while life is still here. It’s about saying what matters, holding someone’s hand, and noticing when the sun is still out.

I don’t know what tomorrow will bring. None of us do. But today I know this:
Love is here.
Life is here.
And that’s enough.

Travel feels different when your heart carries both gratitude and uncertainty. But maybe that’s what presence is, loving fully without trying to control what comes next.

For now, I’m on the move. And I’m grateful for today.