Grandpa Jack was a scientist through and through. And an atheist until his last weeks when he began to suspect there might be more to all of this than just atoms and rearranging matter and such. Particularly when he really began to consider the whole, 'energy is neither created nor destroyed, it simply changes forms' thing.
Oddly enough, many of our last conversations revolved around the meaning of life, of family, of the purpose of this ginormous, grand, universal experiment.
Grandpa Jack was born in Idaho, and went to college in Pocatello. He loved the Western U.S., but before he died at three weeks shy of 90 years old, he had seen every state in the union. But he loved the West best, he said.
My family, as I've shared, is on their homeward leg of a most amazing sight seeing trip that was borne of a need to be in Boise at a soccer tournament and morphed into a national park tour that has awed and amazed and mostly humbled them at every turn. There simply isn't much in the world that can stop a person in their tracks faster than the vista provided by a frighteningly wild mountain rising from the plains, or a raging river surging from between craggy, stone walls and basically dwarfing anything in its proximity.
Majestic doesn't begin to describe these, from what my family tells me. And yes, they're feeling pretty close to God right now, whatever that may be for each of them.
Oddly enough, many of our last conversations revolved around the meaning of life, of family, of the purpose of this ginormous, grand, universal experiment.
Grandpa Jack was born in Idaho, and went to college in Pocatello. He loved the Western U.S., but before he died at three weeks shy of 90 years old, he had seen every state in the union. But he loved the West best, he said.
My family, as I've shared, is on their homeward leg of a most amazing sight seeing trip that was borne of a need to be in Boise at a soccer tournament and morphed into a national park tour that has awed and amazed and mostly humbled them at every turn. There simply isn't much in the world that can stop a person in their tracks faster than the vista provided by a frighteningly wild mountain rising from the plains, or a raging river surging from between craggy, stone walls and basically dwarfing anything in its proximity.
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| God's Country, per Grandpa Jack |
Majestic doesn't begin to describe these, from what my family tells me. And yes, they're feeling pretty close to God right now, whatever that may be for each of them.
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