This stone reminded me of my maternal grandparents. After my grandfather retired and sold his veterinary practice, Grandma and Grandpa spent months at a time traveling across the United States in their Bluebird motor home. They too traveled across the 48 contiguous U.S. states. They would arrive to visit us in the motorhome, park it at the cul-de-sac, and sleep there rather than in a guest room or in a hotel. The horn played a few bars of “On the Road Again” as they pulled back out at the end of the visit.
My grandfather’s failing eyesight forced them to sell the Bluebird when I was a young teenager. I hope that it brought happiness to another family in its new home.
A Grave Concern 