silent sunday: his last wish
My father’s last spoken wish to me was to come with us to the Grand Tetons and to Yellowstone. He would never have the chance to see it again, through his own eyes. But he saw it through mine, and through the eyes of his grandchildren.
We left a little of him behind, too, in three places that felt right.
“I only went out for a walk and finally concluded to stay out till sundown, for going out, I found, was really going in.” – John Muir, 1938