I have needed to sit with the sudden and painful news of Dale’s passing, as I am sure you have as well. There is an immediate outpouring of support in the wake of tragedy, which trickles off over time. Grief, however, knows no timeline, and its sucker punches strike without warning. There’s nothing I can say to ease your hearts, nothing I can offer remembrances and the solidarity that I, too, am struck be sudden sorrow at the realization of yet another snapped conversational thread.
The last time I saw Dale, his smile warmed as he spoke of heading out on the lake, listening to the breeze and watching the sun move across the sky. When we last spoke, he was getting ready to head out into the mountains with his wife and a pop-up to unplug. He promised to share more of his favorite camping tips when we reconnected….
This world is a little less clear without his words and trenchant observations. A little rougher without his chuckle. I miss him, and I know you do too.