My father, age 89 died on March 31st this year. Dad was always my inspiration. Dad did so much with us as we were growing up, but my favorite memories with him are in the Sierra. When we were kids, my Dad took us camping everywhere, and then when I was seven-years old, he decided we were old enough to start backpacking. Our first trip was up Whitney! What a wonderful adventure it was! I was hooked. Every year we took several backpacking trips with family and boy scouts (Dad was a “progressive” leader back in the 60’s and allowed my sister and me to come along.). Dad had a beautiful, adventurous life – he traveled and thoroughly enjoyed his life and his family (all thirteen kids).Dad was strong and proud right to the very end.
Difficult as this was for my family and me, On July 27th my world became an instant nightmare when my younger son died. He was only 21 years old, and the most beautiful person – inside and out – that I have ever known. I don’t have to describe what an amazing person he was, just know that he had such a tender, most loving heart, and he cared for everyone. How do you go on after something like this? ….. I have my wonderful memories….. I have my beautiful pictures….but I also feel like screaming , or just curling up in a ball and never wake up. I know… I know… Day by Day. I do read a lot on the subject and it helps. ... and talk.
I’ve not been on the board much this year…. I’ve only been up in the Sierra a couple days in October. But this next year I’ll be back – to complete a promise I made to my Dad that I’ll do the entire JMT thru hike…. This was a dream of his and mine – that we’d do it together.
The last time my Dad, my two sons, my sister, and I hike all together was in 2001 – Onion Valley to Whitney. What a special trip that was. It was the most memorable backpacking trip we’d ever done.
Well, to conclude this I would like to wish all of you a wonderful, joyous, safe, and very special New Year. My additional wish for you is that you never–ever take you loved-ones for granted. Every day with them is a treasure.
Rosie
