I saw someone in the mirror as I backed out this afternoon…it was Bernie again. I stopped intuitively and looked over through the passenger window and a moment later saw the burly chocolate lab flash he calls ‘Chester’ run up the snow-covered bank beside our house at 19 Mile. The last time I saw him was the last time I wrote, the day he told us about Duncan.
Running late, I had buckled my own little princess into her car seat after my wife called to see if I had heard the news…we are connected that way. I paused, looked him in the eye through the glass and in a moment thought to myself ‘he looks just like that day’…unshaven, solemn, aged…and in the next remembered my son would be waiting outside, raised a hand in the window, and drove on. I knew he knew. Sarah Burke was gone.
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