There once was a tree that stood tall and strong and the world revolved around it. No one ever expected it to fall and when it did life was never the same.
You never expect such a strong tree to fall. But twenty five years ago today it did. The tree stood in the center of camp and when the wind blew hard it was taken down. It wasn’t even a bad storm. But a sheer wind gust came through and brought with it tragedy. In memory of the life lost, a gazebo was built.
We think memories fade but they don’t always. I began to think about that day again and realized it was coming up on the twenty fifth anniversary. Thats the thing about events like this. They stay with you. You are never the same after. So today I stop and think about what happened. I remember and that remembering is a sacred place.