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Making a Trail

Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.

I awoke to bad news this morning. My Uncle Dan has passed away. It was not a surprise, as he has fought cancer valiantly for many years, but his passing still brings great sadness to all who knew him.

My mind keeps coming back to the following quote, which, from what I can find, is attributed to a headstone in Ireland:

“Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal.”

Dan will live on in my memories. Until the day I go, I know that everytime I take a bite of prime rib I will think of him. He loved the stuff–I even think I saw pictures of heaping cuts of it on his facebook page. I’ll also remember fishing trips with him and my Dad. I vividly remember watching the fish finder with childlike fascination. Dan would chime in from time to time, telling me about the mysterious gray blobs that appeared on screen. Sometimes telling me a story about the monstrous fish that lay below, other times discounting them as “apparitions.” To this day, everytime I hear or use that word, apparitions, I see that moment in time. These things may sound silly, but they are what vividly bring him into my thoughts. He was a gentle man, a great story teller and will be sorely missed.