It's Tuesday night and a day and a half from now I'll be leaving to go visit my father in Washington DC. I'll leave from here and drive north a couple of hours to my brother's place. From there I'll pick him up and we'll take turns driving the remaining ten hours. He's as apprehensive about this trip as I am. It could be good, then again it might not be. All I really know is that it's the right thing to do. Not visiting your father one last time when he might be dying just seems wrong. I'll know for sure sometime Sunday on the way back, when the magnitude of the trip hits me.

To those who have better journey's ahead of them, you have a twinge of envy from me. To those who have darker days lying ahead, you have my sympathy and my empathy.