My mother loved to travel and she was never afraid of getting lost. It was a thrilling approach, if sometimes scary. I asked her once when I was a child what she would have done if she hadn’t had kids and she told me “I’d have been a spy.”
Daily walks around the neighbourhood were not just for the exercise. She was always exploring and meeting new people. (the mysterious “Torso man” comes to mind…)
Travel was her passion and she left small town Alberta and hardly looked back. I doubt there is a continent she didn’t get to visit.
She was funny. She could laugh at herself. Her take on being in the hospital: “In here, if you’re not complaining, you might be dead.”
In the words of G.K. Chesterton: “An adventure is only an inconvenience rightly considered.”
If you can enjoy a glass of Merlot and a bag of potato chips, please toast to this, her next GREAT adventure.