Finishing the book was difficult until I figured out that it was about Mom, not about me, and that the subordinate themes, namely solitude, travel, faith, aging and dying all related to Mom and me. While waiting, I had to run in place but not get off the course.
Someone likened it to running a marathon. We train and then set out with enthusiasm until the last five miles when our energy wanes but know we can’t quit. All we can do is slow down and make it through, but when we see the finish line, adrenalin kicks in and we cross over with renewed energy and euphoria.