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We will miss Sam. What a wonderful friend he has been.
One of my visits to Texas came at a time when my stepfather was very ill. I spent a week at my parents' home helping to organize, clean, sort, and set up the house so that they would be comfortable. It was a difficult time emotionally, because we knew that he wouldn't be getting better.
The day before I was due to travel home, I went out for a run in the woods while everyone else was napping. I made my way down the path and settled into a comfortable rhythm. It was drizzly and grey, and it fit my mood.
I could hardly believe it when out of the woods emerged a stag. He stopped. I stopped. Both of us frozen at the sight of each other. After a minute of silent observation, the stag slowly backed off the path and beyond the tree line. He stood there, just beyond the trees and watched as I continued down the path.
It struck me immediately as I saw him. Sometimes people aren't there at the beginning of your life. Sometimes they won't be there at the end either. And still, coming across them is what makes the journey.
I imagine, my stepfather will be like that too. Continuing to watch from beyond the tree line as I continue along the path.
