Dave’s memorial

Five years ago I was walking with friends on the Chemin de St Jacques in Southern France when I found out that David had died… right around the moment we began the walk.

began lighting candles in his memory, and thinking of our lives, and thinking about creating this site. The first church I found was this little one in the middle of an intersection, outside the small village of Nasbros.


The day of his memorial service, there was only one village anywhere near where I would be when the time came… I hoofed it hard all day to reach Montgros… sounded like a place that might have a nice cathedral.

It turns out to be the only village we encountered without a church!

I left the village and sat on a large rock, thought of all the adventures and misadventures we’d had, thought of our less-connected adult lives, thought of Judy, Dave, Joan, Christine and their families, of the losses of almost all our various parents in recent years…

Five years later, I was back on the same path, with the same friends, and I stopped to meditate for a while on the same spot. Here’s a cross near the rock.



I still think of Dave when I’m hiking or in wild places like we traveled with Al, Karen, Eva, Pat, Kert, and Vince.