street sand peaks

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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