I've walked a million miles in my lifetime. I've sailed the ocean hundreds of miles from land. I rode my Harley on mountain roads and slept under the forest skys. I've told a thousand stories and listened to many more. I've loved and been loved in return and cried tears of joy and sorrow. I saw the miracle of life tenfold and the heartbreak of loss, too many to remember.
I've traveled the globe and seen the wonders of time unfold before my eyes, and I've walked on dusty country roads, seeing crumbling barns once filled with life now lying silent as birds make it their home.
I've accepted old age and give thanks I can remember my youth with clarity. I picture my mom and her gentle ways, and hear my Dad whistling his favorite song on the radio as we, as a family, took Sunday drives with the car windows open, the dust just a part of the drive.
I've tried to remember all that I can by putting words on paper seldom read by anyone but me, but that's okay, as my words are timeless, and one day, one of my great, great grandchildren will discover a box in the attic and spend hours under the light of a full moon discovering who I was.
I suppose if my beliefs are true and I'm able to look upon life in death, then I'll watch that child put pen to paper and begin her journey, following my footprints into her tomorrows, with me as her guide.
Mike 2026
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