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Long ago when I began my morning walks I thought I was out there on my own…but, over the years, I’ve come to realize…I never walk alone.

There are the animals; the owls, the birds the cats and rabbits that occasionally accompany me…and I’ve had many a conversation with the stars, the clouds….the trees.

As I walk I’ve blessed with people who appear and disappear…people I have loved…still love…even though they’re no longer here.

They emerge from out of my memory…they show up next to me while I’m walking…most of the time they just smile and listen…while I do all the talking.

There’s my mom and dad, who’ve long since passed but periodically walk with me…there’s Deborah’s mom and dad who I’m always happy to see.

I’m not crazy (at least I hope not) I know they’re not really here but their presence I can feel, I can see…like this morning when Chrissy, our daughter’s friend from high school, came out to walk with me.

I don’t know how to explain it but the feeling of Chrissy was strong…and like all my morning walking buddies…she brought a host of memories along.

As I walked I remembered moments…with Chrissy as my guide…I imagine she wanted me to remember more of how she lived…and not the tragic way she died.

She left me, as they all do, as quickly as she came…without a trace…and I continued on my walk with a smile on my face.

Glad to share a moment with a person I have known…glad to know in the early morning…I’ll never walk alone.