Reverent smudging and then a circle. The creeks and gorges are wild and frenzied from the rain.
We gathered in silence. Eventually some offered a song or two. Tears flowed freely. Dave's hat was passed hand to hand. Many spoke of a man who's laugh could be heard over the airways on Bound for Glory and who gave the best hugs ever. A man who no matter where the conversation started, always ended up talking of his wife and daughter and how proud he was of them.
So much love.
Dave was devoted to his family, his friends, his community. He was there when you needed help setting up and would still be there when you needed help breaking down, and no matter what the circumstance he always greeted you with a smile.
So much love.
On our way home Ken and I agreed that when we're gone we hope we'll be remembered as the folks who always greeted everyone with a smile. Thank you for that Dave. We will try harder to be that person because of you.
As we pulled the car over to watch the sunset from high atop Blakeslee Hill Road I wondered out loud what folks would pass around the circle when they remembered me...a piece vintage Fiestaware? my cat Peter, my camera? It was nice to have a lighthearted moment and we're still pondering that question.
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