Today I got this sweet reminder of a 3,800 mile trip that I took with this guy. It wasn’t an easy trip, but I can say that my memories of it now are so good. I’m missing him today. Dennis with that relaxed, little smile he so often had. Dennis with a gazelle growing out behind his ear. Dennis wearing the ring that is now on my hand instead of his.

We had such an interesting time at that small motel/campground on the Clark Fork River. He found it so outrageous that he could have walked out the back door of our room and fallen right in the river, it was so close. He was disabled, I was somewhat stressed, but we had fun. The photos bring it all back.

We have such a wealth of photos too. I just deleted a dozen because I couldn’t figure out why I had taken them, then I remembered. I was photographing smoke from wildfires that nearly obscured the road on the way out to Seattle. No wonder I couldn’t figure it out.

I remembered the husband today in church as well. A kind lady asked about him and told me she had been praying for us, not knowing that he had died. I cried a little. I think she did too.

I examine this photo and it seems impossible that he can seem so real and close, and yet be so gone. That is the mystery of life and death on planet Earth. The things we can see with our eyes change, usually in the direction toward ceasing to exist. I am happy to remember the promises of God that a spiritual world is also in existence and that it is headed in the opposite direction. I am glad we are spiritual. I even think it is the spirit that I sense in others that makes them special to me. It’s often the thing about them that I like the most.

Thanks Google, for making me remember this picture today. I remember the husband’s spirit that always attracted me to him. And this trip. It was a good one.