Does Breathing Mean We Are Alive?

The call let us know my mother-in-law just had another stroke.

Tuesday evening at 7pm, I started the RV, moved the shift lever to D and took my foot off the brake. The wheels turned and the behemoth we’d affectionately named “Pricilla” began moving down the road.

The drive is 12 hours of road time. The route is now recognizable much of the way and familiar; so, driving at night…