The Snow Fell

I've written before comparing the brevity of life to a falling snow flake. As a stood in Bryan's hospital room on Monday, I saw the new snow swirling outside the window around the tree in the courtyard, Bryan's last view of the world outside for the last few weeks. Sometimes I would see him looking longingly outside. He would pump his arm and lift his leg with renewed vigor.

Some have said the Bryan's Journey is at an end. Consider that we have reached a terminus. We must now depart with one less passenger. Bryan must travel a new path where we cannot follow yet. But the memories of time spent together will travel with all of us wherever we go.