These are pictures that didn’t fit neatly into the previous chapters, but represent the Alaskan experience or my father. Kind of a mishmash, but I feel a need to share them…
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Final Journey
Dad died suddenly while walking alone down the path to his beloved cabin. When I heard where and how he had passed I felt a profound sense of him having come home…
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Epilogue Perfection: The complete and utter embrace of the imperfect. That’s where the good stuff lives—in cracked memories and dusty slides,in unfinished houses and unspoken goodbyes,in silent walks and soft regrets,in love that wasn’t always expressed the way we needed—but was there, stubborn and steady, just the same. This story isn’t perfect.Neither was the man.Neither am I. And that, it turns out, is what makes it whole. LEAVE ME A NOTE
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