After eating, we went out to the viewing deck to admire the scenery and take photos. Daughter Lise is good at selfies. The wind is always blowing and was rearranging our hair that day.

I thought it would be fun to record Lise’s taking a selfie and the resultant photo.

I don’t see well, so I didn’t notice cause and effect didn’t match. Sharp-eyed people might see that in one she is wearing a jacket, and in the other she isn’t. Both were taken the same day near the parkway, one at Pisgah Inn and the other at an overlook. Would you have noticed if I hadn’t told you?

There was joy in being together there, with no hint of sorrow. I never thought about closure until I looked at the date of the photos. It was ten months to the day after John, grandson David, and I had reservations to eat at the inn. Making a call to cancel was the first thing I did after the hospital told me John had died. Our being there in April was fulfilling a desire a different group of three had in June. David and I thank John for thinking of it and Lise for making it happen. Life goes on, still filled with joy from God.