Rock walls, REI, climbing gyms, carabiners, chalk, even the mountains all remind me of my brother Alan. He was a big climber and I associate him with spending as much time dangling from a rock as he did on the ground. I remember his equipment strewed about the house and his hands always having a white tint to them. So when my little Tess wanted to try the climbing wall in Park City last Monday it tugged at my heart a bit. As I stood watching her get higher and higher searching for the best places to put her hands and feet (I tried to coach her when she needed it) I couldn’t help but think of going climbing for the first time with my brother and having him share with me something he loved.

As I continued to watch and help Tess it wasn’t until a father of another boy waiting came over to watch her and said, “she’s really good” that it hit me, maybe she’s inherited the skills from Alan. There are moments when my younger brother, my nieces and nephew, and even my own children do something, have a certain look that reminds me so perfectly of him. It’s hard to see someone pass and you would think even harder to have reminders all over the place (it was), but now I see them as tender mercies. It’s like there are little pieces of him still with us. Gifts from above to help keep the memories alive.

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