__________ I have, not so much a memory, but a series of sensory images from when I was very young, maybe two years old, of riding on my Dad’s back. I am in one of those 80’s blue canvas and steel backpacks, looking out over his right shoulder at a large body of water. It…
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Remembering
My Uncle Brian passed away a couple of days ago. I wrote this piece to be read at his funeral. Wanted to share. All we have is now sweet friends. __________ When someone we know and love passes on, we are called into a season of remembering. Remembering who they were, the life they led,…