Some people choose to go on the road, in order to pursue something, to find something; and some people have to go on the road, in order to remember something and keep something.
As the cancer-stricken grandma said: "I'm 75 years old and I think I've had a pretty good life. I've seen a lot of good things kayaking around, by the river in Idaho , I've seen a family of elk, on a lake in Colorado, a big white pelican landed in front of my kayak, after paddling a corner, there's a cliff, and I've seen hundreds of swallows stop On the cliff, there are swallows flying in the air, and with the reflection of the river, it looks like I am also flying, and the swallows are flying around me, and the young swallows have just hatched their shells, small The eggshells fell from the cliff to the water and floated on the water, those white eggshells, it was so beautiful. I feel like I've been through enough, my life is complete, if I die in that moment, yes For me, no problem at all. I don't know, maybe when I die, my friends will sit around the campfire and throw stones into the fire in my memory."
And just as the last grandfather who lost his son said: "I met hundreds of people on the road, I never said goodbye, I always said, we will see each other on the road. We did see each other later. A month later, a Years later, sometimes years later, I met them again. I looked ahead and felt confident that I would see my son again. You will see Bo again, and you will remember the time you spent together."
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