Just Passing Through Listen to the song below

 

Just Passing Through

Old Kadizzle will soon turn 76. The end of the road is in sight, and with it comes a time of reflection. Fifty years ago, Kadizzle walked out of a coal mine in Benwood, West Virginia. There was a light at the end of the tunnel, faint at first, just a tiny glimmer. You walked and walked, and as the light grew brighter, it became the sky outside. That moment—stepping from darkness into light—has always stayed with Kadizzle, a metaphor for the journey that life has become.

From West Virginia to North Dakota and now to Arizona, Kadizzle has walked and walked. The steps have taken him across prairies vast and golden, through winding canyons carved by time, up rugged mountains that tested his resolve, and into deserts that demanded both respect and humility. Each step was a story, each mile a chapter.

But the walking was only part of the journey. Kadizzle has floated, too. There were days on catamarans, when the wind carried him forward, and nights on sailboats, when the stars guided his way. Motorboats roared through rivers, while kayaks and canoes glided over serene waters. Each vessel, each moment on the water, added another dimension to the journey—freedom, exploration, connection.

Yet, as Kadizzle looks back, he knows that was yesterday, and yesterday is gone. The steps, the sails, the paddles—they’re all behind him now. What’s left is today, and even today feels fleeting. Kadizzle is just passing through, like a traveler who knows the road ahead is shorter than the one behind.

There’s a peace in that realization, though. Life was never about reaching a final destination. It was about the journey itself: the coal dust on his hands, the wind in his face, the sun on his back, and the quiet moments of awe and wonder. Each experience, whether on land or water, was a gift.

As the light at the end of this final tunnel grows brighter, Kadizzle finds himself grateful for the path he’s walked and the waters he’s navigated. The prairie, the canyons, the mountains, the deserts—they’ve all left their mark. And now, as he prepares to step into whatever lies beyond, he does so with a heart full of memories and a spirit that knows it’s all been worth it.

Just passing through, Kadizzle smiles. After all, isn’t that what we’re all doing?