(Earlier that Same Day)
On the Uber ride to the airport, Eryn pulled out her grandma’s first journal that Grandpa insisted she take with her. It being a first journal implied there were more. Would he share the rest?
Running her hand over the hard and weathered brown cover, she realized it was a simple spiral notebook. They certainly made things to last back then. She rapped a knuckle on it making a sturdy knocking sound.
Eryn’s brow wrinkled in thought. Grandma must not have had money to buy a real journal back then. She was just realizing how much she didn’t know about her grandma’s life other than the fact that her grandparents moved to Iowa from Colorado when Eryn’s little sister was born.
Eryn opened the journal.
This was from before grandma was married. In fact she would have been Eryn’s age that year.
Eryn peeked ahead to where a large envelope had been book marked and saw it contained a road map. She opened it revealing Colorado dotted with post-it notes. There were loose leafs of paper floating now from the envelope.
Eryn gently opened one yellowed note. At the top sprawled in decorative handwriting it read “Road Trip” and below it read “Plan to Revisit My Memories”.
Eryn glanced down at the pages following. They each named a place and then recounted grandma’s memories.
As she began to read, she was about to find that an hour and half car ride wouldn’t last long enough.
” Most of us go through life praying a little, planning a little, jockeying for position, hoping but never being quite certain of anything, and always secretly afraid that we will miss the way.” A.W. Tozer, The Knowledge of the Holy