March
7, 1991, Jay--My Brother
Snow, beautiful snow. All is clean white today. How thankful I feel for each flake. Each icy drop which
ensures we will have one more drought-less day. Drops of life giving water as they unitedly blanket the land.
Every moment we drink of some small drop for life.
Yes, a drink of confidence from a pat
on the back. A drink of friendship from a hug. A drink of comfort from a smile.
Droplets of memories stirring up on a two hour drive with my brother. Lots of reminiscence mingled with mature outlooks.
We talk fast, there is not enough time to discuss all
we have in mind. We skip across the
surface of the subjective waves. We do not solve the world's problems. We do not
conclude conversations, but we grow closer as we express the same goals, ideals, love, and hope for our families
and their future. It is a pleasant journey. It feels good to spend a day and love with
Jay--my brother.
(I rode with him to Price, Utah.)
-EHG
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