Plate G9.no20: The Iceline Trail – The Rockies (Canada) *
This was my moment on this trek. The moment when I felt my son deep beside me; I could feel my grief attendant, stand to, not as combatant, but ally, and rightly so – in fact, I felt my grief stand down, and guard me as I offered thanks to my son.
Though it may seem obtuse, and indeed wrong – that’s what I felt: gratitude, standing by this serene and otherworldly pool of glacial water – in comprehension that had it not been for my son, I would never have seen this incredible sight. I thanked him for bringing me here – and though because of his death, my grief did not rail upon this point, but rather warmed me to the greater truth: my son would forever be a blessing…
