Sunset For A Lost Friend

Or should I say from a lost friend? I've been visiting my friend Kathy's grave site in the town where I spent my childhood. A little place called Russiaville, Indiana. Kathy was only in her early twenties when her life was taken from her during a tragic semi accident. The man driving the semi ran a red light as Kathy was taking a turn off the highway. She died instantly. Her boyfriend who was in the car with her died the next day. I dream about her sometimes and she seems quite happy now. But I still think about her and have begun eating lunch near her grave every now and again. I sit and think about her, how I'll never forget her. I know she's moved on to better things, but I feel good about visiting the cemetery. The last time I went there, I ate a late lunch and took photographs...the sky was dappled with clouds...it was blue. As it neared evening I asked my old friend to provide a sunset worthy of her own beauty...




And this is what I found...


A softness in the clouds I've never before seen...


Finally melding with a more dramatic ensemble of color, as the sun tucked itself more snuggly against the horizon...

I love you Kathy. Here's a song.

Shenandoah - The Mormon Tabernacle Choir [Choir]