Many people told me my first part felt like more was to come. It was, I had be composing part two in my head for a few days. It was going to focus on my son, Sam and his adventure on the Appalachian Trail. Hiking it end to end has been a dream of his for years. One he never let go of. This spring he arrived in Georgia and started north. I wanted to share the pride I have in him and his adventure. I was going to add a link to his trail journal.
Then I got a phone call from him. Shouldn't have. He had his phone off to safe battery life. And it was during time he should have been hiking. But he wasn't. "Mom, I need to come home. I broke a bone in my foot. " Raw emotion full of disappoint flew over the phone. "Of course Son. I love you. I am so sorry."
Sam spent the weekend with us, visiting his sisters, nieces and nephews. And his Dad. We didn't know this would be the last visit before a new infection, complications and prayerful decisions would put Dwight on hospice care.
Dwight will soon be leaving us and adding his great voice to the heavenly choir. He will joyfully meet His Lord and Savior. I am sure his parents, brother, and grandparents will be called to the Pearly Gates to hear him say,
"I'm Home."
