The Journey of a Lifetime: Why 1-on-1 Travel with a Parent is a Sacred Gift
Three years ago this month, I lost my mom. Nearly thirty years before that, I lost my dad. In those years in between, my mom — a widow — found joy in traveling with friends while I stayed home, raising my family and tending to the endless to-do lists we all convince ourselves we have time for.
As my children grew and life began to open back up for me, I noticed my mother starting to slow down. The spark in her adventurous spirit was still there, but her body wasn’t always willing to follow. By the time we finally began to travel together, we were racing against time — though I didn’t fully realize it then.