To write the story of some ones life I have learned is a journey in itself . For me my journey would take five years, four summers and three National Parks . Today as I began to sort through the many notes I had taken over these last five years I realized they were written from the heart. Not only my heart but from the hearts of many who knew him…I have grown to realize that to make our way through great loss and grief is very different for everyone. For myself I had made the decision after the loss of George to follow my profound grief where it may take me. Time has now taken me full circle back to our home and to the task of organizing heart felt words into a story. A story that I hope will tell of the life of a very special man. Special to me and many.
