I've had reason to think about Josh all morning. Not that I don't, always and every morning. Theoretically I am putting together a report for tonight's meeting, figuring out a direction for Sunday's sermon, developing a new idea for a retreat that I'm leading in a few weeks, and procrastinating the eventual trip out into the five degree day.
But mostly I'm thinking about Joshie, and looking at pictures. Herewith, some of which some of you have seen.
In the fall of 2004, with both boys not returning to college until the end of September, there was time for an early fall backcountry canoeing trip with my father and his wife. She would be diagnosed with lung cancer shortly after the trip, in part because of questions raised that week by her coughing and weakness, but in September, all were full of good cheer as they loaded up in our back yard:
It's cold in Algonquin in September! I'm not sure how it was that Josh was charged with the task of setting up the tent; maybe Matt was at work on the other one:
Matt, looking prepared:
For a couple of days, the boys left the older folks relaxing at the campsite and headed further into the park on their own. Josh was evidently in charge of navigation as well, and so they promptly got lost:
Josh, pretending to know where he was going:
Matt, paying the consequences of misadventure, in mud up to his waist
The triumphant return:
It's good to remember when life was really, really wonderful.