I spent the last couple of weeks in Denver, Colorado, where both of my daughters live. It had been a long time since we’d been together due to COVID, and I’m happy to have my daughter tank re-filled:)
And while I was out there, we were together to celebrate and remember my son and their brother Peter Imsland Evans, who died two years ago on June 21, the summer solstice. My son’s father lives near Denver, so he joined my daughters and me with a walk in the beautiful Mount Evans Wilderness.
Peter would have loved our hike. I felt his presence there with us. It was great to spend the day with people who knew and loved Peter so well, keeping him alive in our hearts and minds.