Today marks a year since my dad passed away. I’ve always read that the loss of someone close to you leaves a large hole, but I haven’t really found that to be the case. The grief I feel for my dad manifests as a patchwork of small, seemingly mundane moments. A gifted tool I was sure I’d never use. An old voicemail with no explicit purpose. An eye rolling tidbit of wisdom that now seems so practical. The warmth I feel from my kids as they relive memories of their grandfather.
This picture was taken on our first ever backpacking trip. As a self absorbed sixteen year old, it was an inconvenient blip. As a forty one year old, I see the origin story of a love of the outdoors. A love that was quietly planted by a father who cherished watching it grow to his grandkids. I’m reminded often of the impact my dad had on my life. His absence doesn’t create a hole. His life helps fill in the cracks.
Day 3: West Rim to Grotto Trailhead
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#x100v #sooc #astia
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#utah #zionnationalpark #westrim #hiking #fujifilm #newamericancolor epic film recipe by @oyvindwashere
Day 2: Hop Valley to West Rim
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#x100v #sooc #astia
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#newamericancolor #utah #zion #wildcatcanyon #zionnationalpark #hike #hopvalley #westrim recipe by @oyvindwashere
Day 1: Lee’s Pass to Hop Valley
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#fujifilmx100v #sooc #astia
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#zionnationalpark #ziontraverse #leespass #hopvalley #utah #newamericancolor recipe by @oyvindwashere
