Often a word with a negative connotation.
Long day at work.
But can the term ever be welcoming?
My Australian blogging friend, Sean Fraser, is currently busy doing good work.
He is helping an old friend with a terminal illness.
Last week, he posted a photo with a brief description of a visit that he and the friend had made.
It is entitled: The Road Home.
They went to this farm property pictured below.
After I commented, Sean emailed me some additional details.
The farm was owned by Sean's friend; a place that the friend treasures.
But life brought changes and now the sale of the farm has been finalized.
Sean noted the following while pushing his friend's wheelchair on the grounds:
...I wheeled him around what was once the fulfillment of his long dream to have a farm. We pushed the hills, looked up at the blue sky and felt the cold winter wind wrap around us. It was a great day but I know neither he nor I will ever be there together again.
In reflecting on Sean's post, I thought about his reference to "the long road home."
How most of us, depending on our beliefs, are either blessed or lucky to walk a long road home.
From birth to death.
I envisioned how Sean's friend would want that last farm visit to be a long one.
To be able to fully absorb the sights, the sounds, the smells; to remember what made that dream a reality.
I equated it to how we wouldn't mind a long lunch with a beloved family member or friend.
Or to close our eyes and savor for the longest time a spoonful of homemade ice cream.
A long moment to see our childhood home or our grandparents house just as we remember it, for the last time.
In this context, long transforms.
That word with the "baggage" becomes a gift that cannot be valued.
One to cherish.
Long is welcomed with open arms.
Thank you to Sean for allowing me to use his insights, and my prayers are with him, his friend, and their families during this difficult time.
Note: Hopefully, you have experienced that blogging can mean so much more than casually dropping a comment on another writer's page and hoping for a returned favor. That there are people out there like Sean, who genuinely care and make connecting with others around the world very much a blessed experience.
Several years ago, Sean visited New Zealand and thought to stop by the shop of author and jewelry maker Judith Sleavin--whom I admire. He thought of me and I wrote about his gracious gesture here.
To visit Sean's blog, The Dolls Point Blogger, you can go here.