It is Father's Day. My son called me first thing this morning to wish me a Happy Father's Day. So nice. I can wish him the same now that he is a father, too. I called my dad and told him he was the best father I could ever want. And I mean it. Not just today, but everyday. Not everyone is so lucky.
We are in Indiana today. We didn't plan on being here today. Circumstances compelled us to be here. We were in Tennessee just the day before yesterday. We were getting prepared for the Good Sam Rally in Louisville this coming week.
We got a call Friday evening from our good friend Phil May. Phil and Tracey are TechnoRV. Most of our RV friends know them and their two wonderful kids, Ally and Josh. Josh went for a walk Wednesday evening and did not return. A search Thursday morning located Josh's body on the ground near the river. Cause of death; asphyxiation. No answers, only questions. He was 14 years old, bright and invincible.
We are here. To be with our friends in their time of grief. Maybe to distract them just a bit. Not to diminish the tragedy and loss, but for something else. I'm not sure what.
The Timberline Valley RV Resort campground owners and fellow campers have been absolutely wonderful. The local police set up a special fund and generous contributions have come from the community. A local pilot flew Phil and Tracey to Charleston so they could break the news to Ally and bring her back to be with them. Tracey's parents flew in from England. Friends from Chicago came down and picked the parents up from the airport in Indianapolis in the middle of the night.
We spent the day together. Phil, Tracey, Ally, Tracey's mum and dad, Chris and I. It was a good day.
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memorial service is planned for Monday June 25 here at the park.
Take nothing for granted. Enjoy every moment. Life is fragile.
Rest in Peace, Josh. We loved you.