Cedars of God

I’ll be honest, I was a bit alarmed when he told me he was headed there. That’s the mom in me. Always watching. Always wondering. Always wanting him safe.

But Greg…he had a rare soul. He loved history. Ancient places spoke to him in a way I could never fully understand…But I saw it in his eyes that day. The wonder. The reverence. The feeling that he was walking through something sacred and timeless.

He called it “the hike of a lifetime.” And for him, it truly was.

As his mom, it’s almost too much to hold…knowing now

that this would be one of his last great adventures.

There’s a moment I can’t shake. Someone is behind him,

filming…and Greg turns, just briefly, to look back at the camera.

And now, almost six months later, it feels like more than just a

glance. It feels like something deeper. Like a quiet, unspoken

goodbye…without ever knowing it.

Grief does this; it rewrites moments. It softens them and

shatters them all at once. But oh…how grateful I am that

he was there. In a place he loved. Doing something that

made him feel alive.

Twenty-two days later, my world changed forever. Six months

later… I’m still learning how to carry that.

I miss you, Greg. More than words will ever hold.

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