A Thousand Days
Dear Marcy,
I wish I’d known you as well as the people who wrote these beautiful remembrances, but we’d barely met when you were lost to us. Please know that I’m thinking of you today, and of your family, which I’m blessed to be a part of.
A thousand days is a long time, and though I’m glad it’s over, I will never forget our search, and the things it taught me about you, and those who love you.
Rest well, Marcy, and know that I will think of you always. I’ll think of you whenever I hear the soft warmth of your mother’s voice--like a lighted window on a dark night. I’ll think of you whenever I see your brother Jeff’s bright, easy smile, and hear his laughter.
But most of all I’ll remember you through your father’s eyes, as he stood along the edges of deep canyons and flew beside me in the skies above those same canyons, tirelessly scanning the trees and shadows. And whenever I see a gust of wind reach down out of the pines and tousle his hair I’ll know it’s you, and that you’re--in some way--still with us.
Love always,
Uncle Brad
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