Transition

 This was a last minute lucky catch before the sun disappeared behind the trees lining the banks of the Raccoon River in Des Moines. I had just come from the visitation for a man I had never met. A beloved husband of a friend and colleague, a great father and a good friend to many. A man who will be missed. He transitioned unexpectedly, leaving the rest of us behind, looking after him across that river.

This was a last minute lucky catch before the sun disappeared behind the trees lining the banks of the Raccoon River in Des Moines. I had just come from the visitation for a man I had never met. A beloved husband of a friend and colleague, a great father and a good friend to many. A man who will be missed. He transitioned unexpectedly, leaving the rest of us behind, looking after him across that river.