One of our reasons for being near Nashville is to visit a woman who lost her husband to Alzheimers a year or so ago. We had tried to connect last spring when an ice storm got in the way. We were close friends early in our marriages when we were all broke, which made our times together all the more adventurous.
Those experiences and memories make us who we are. I thought this morning, when I was outside in this beautiful campground at the end of the fall and watched a few lone leaves drift down to join the gold and red carpet on the ground that that carpet is like our memories, each leaf contributing to the pattern and the beauty. Rest in peace, Doug.