Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Dad lost his battle after a long and debilitating struggle.
Now, he is walking confidently in a green forest dusted with light snow on a clear, clear day. In his backpack is a bottle of Apricot brandy and his rifle near at hand. The quest for that large buck is almost an afterthought, as for him it's the journey and not the destination that means the most.
...And he is most certainly at peace there.