365 Days of Gratitude - Day 245

Today was one of those exceptionally meaningful days.

Paul, Sydney, and I joined my nephew Adrian and sister-in-law Mary for a visit to Moraine Lake and a hike up to Larch Valley.

My brother Mark's ashes rest in Moraine Lake and in the 12 years since his passing this was my first visit. It was also Mickael's (my French son) favourite place in the Canadian Rockies.

We laughed, we hiked, we talked. It was cold, even snowing at times. Long hikes always balance my thoughts and emotions. It's where I often make peace.

We were headed down the mountain and I found myself deep in thought about my last hike with Mickael. I was comparing the trail, the conditions, and the effort. In that exact moment I heard a helicopter overhead. I watched it fly by as the tears dropped down on my cheeks. 

When we reached the bottom we decided to follow the shoreline of the lake. Mary and Adrian recounted many memories of the day of Mark's final resting - the weather - who was there - Oma and Opa - everything.

It was peaceful, meaningful, and a day I will remember forever.

Feeling grateful, 

Louise

Paul and I at Moraine Lake