She used to ride the train when she was younger. Her children always wanted her to fly but.. she would have missed so much scenery. Besides, what were the odds of surviving an air disaster, slim to none, no the train was always the way for her.
Now this trip would be the ultimate, preparing had been quite a chore, taking 18 to 24 months prep time.
They had cried, begged and pleaded, they didn't want her to take this trip at all but really.. four months shy of 90 years wasn't that enough of a visit? Her stay had been long, with many adventures, some good, some bad, some happy, some sad. Still, all in all, a good trip.
She looked at the sad faces and smiled, she told them to wish her a fond Bon Voyage.. She told them to remember all the family and friends that would be waiting at the station for her when she stepped off the train.
She lay her head back and listened to the distant whistle of the train, it was coming closer and closer. Then she heard it, the swish of the steam from the brakes.. the slow hum of the engine.. she was ready. She took a deep breath, let out a sigh and boarded the train.. Good bye..
January 1920 - September 2009
I will miss you Auntie..