12,200 Feet to Say Farewell

Last weekend we said goodbye to Bob Stevenson. He was my uncle by marriage to my mother’s sister. Most of things about him I already knew. I grew in Breckenridge and he and my aunt Kim were the only extended family nearby.

After the memorial we hiked up to Mohawk lakes. He lived near the trail head for…ever…so we took some ashes, dropped them at the falls then hiked up to the top. I admit it was a hard hike for me. But I’m glad I did it. I haven’t been up there since high school.

Bob was, well Bob. He was a part of my life from the beginning and many of us hadn’t seen him in years. We were pretty sure he would appreciate the hike right down to the hail at the end.

I don’t know exactly how to feel about all of this. I wish him well where ever he is now, but my memories of him were already that. Memories.

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I wanna go to Vietnam, I wanna kill a Vietcong, with a knife or with a gun, Either way will be good fun, But if I die in the combat zone, Box me up and send me home, Fold my arms across my chest, Tell my folks I done my best.Army Marching Candence





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