Wednesday afternoon brought me to another reunion. I have past through Missoula many times before so the countryside wasn’t what drew me to drop anchor in the town.
I have three families. My soul is based on the love and joy of my true daughters, Caitlin and Hannah. My first family was in Birdsview, Washington in the upper Skagit when Ann of Fergus Falls and I were together. Her young daughters, Rebeccah and Sarah were my introduction to parenting. My last family is of Patsy’s children, Thomas, Roslynn and Marcus of Shelter Bay. They complete my tie to this earth
The bond that was formed with Beccah and Sarah is a lasting one. Plus Archie, their father, and I have also become fast friends. Coming to Missoula in many ways is like coming home. When I arrived, Archie had prepared supper for Beccah, now 44, Sarah, 42 and her wonderful husband, Scott, Marisa, the girls’ niece and me. Cheryl, Archie’s wife joined us later. And the stories flowed. Archie, Beccah and Caleb had just completed a seven day, 215 mile peak to peak mountain bike trip from Telluride, Colorado to Moab, Utah. No easy task with an age spread of 28, 44, and 66 - soon to be 67. Thanks Archie for representing our generation. And thanks for the welcome home.
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