A quick bit of peace

I was reading through an article today about a young man and his experience at West Point. It took me back.

About a month after the girls died, Jake, Megan and I drove out to the east coast where we met up with Patrick, who had been at a work conference in Baltimore. We spent the following days just driving along the east coast, going through D.C., Baltimore, NYC and further north to Niagara Falls. Along the way to Niagara, we stopped at West Point Academy and took a tour of the facilities. It was beautiful and awe-inspiring. Standing at a lookout at the top of the river, I finally felt peace. It was the first time I had felt that peace in a long time. It was brief, but it was there. And silly me, I had almost forgotten how wonderful it was. I’m lucky that memory came back to me so I figured I needed to get it out.

On a side note, Niagara was not very peaceful, in fact it was pretty noisy. Going back home, through Cleveland, was not peaceful either, but that is for another post.