Monday, February 3, 2014
Today was a shopping day. We left the compound and drove into Indio/La Quinta for our usual stops. Once the shopping, meal at Mario’s, and errand running were completed, we headed back to FOY.
Our friend, Fred, told us about a bench that was placed on one of the desert trails that surround FOY, in memory of his wife, Lois, who had died a year ago. Craig drove us to “Denny’s Trail,” the place where Fred said to go. We got out of the jeep, and walked to the spot where Lois’s bench had been lovingly placed.
This area seemed to be a memorial to those FOY folks who were no longer with us. The tributes were personal, and each seemed to represent the life that was.
I hadn’t expected this, but really, I should have known it existed. In life, we learn many things from those who have gone before us. Reverence and reminder of lives well lived is a teaching that my father’s generation holds dear. It was yet another reminder of the connection that exists here in the desert, in the middle of nowhere.
Highlight of the day: The memory of Lois’s laugh ringing in my ears, and the joy she brought into the lives of all she touched.