Sister Alyson Visits CrowMac Creek

     Last Thursday may sister, Alyson drove to from Prescott to CrowMac Creek for a visit, and it was like a breath of fresh alpine air. We hadn't talked since I told her that I wouldn't be able to make it to my father's funeral. I had been in Kansas, and my financial condition had gone to hell. Further, I was angry with myself for not being able to drive out to AZ to see him before he passed away. Anyway, we lost contact and didn't work to fix whatever had happened between us.

     A few days ago we made contact on Facebook and used Messenger to begin reuniting. I decided to move to CrowMac Creek the next day. 

     I was surprised when Alyson arrived. I hadn't seen her since my hip surgery when she flew to Kansas City to help me put my socks on. We had spent a day sightseeing and discussing life as we saw it.
     It was surprisingly relaxing to share time in the cabin where our family had spent many occasions enjoying being with each other. Our conversation was refreshing and enjoyable. I cooked a couple of burgers on the Weber, steamed some corn and Alyson found enough lettuce, carrots and tomatoes for a fresh salad. We had a nice evening and Laura enjoyed the visit because she didn't want to make dinner anyway. The sun was sinking into the mountains to the west as we all hugged and said our goodbyes. Then Alyson followed the sun toward Prescott.

     Laura and I both felt the warmth of family as we prepared for bed. Moving to CrowMac Creek was one of the best changes I had ever made, maybe the best ever. And I knew there would be more days like this.