A Miracle At CrowMac Creek

        It had been a long time in coming, but my old friend Gary Heil appeared on Facebook. Soon, we became virtual friends as well as the old friends we were since 1971. Then, in what seemed only a moment, I found he had passed. The intensity of the loss was more than I could bear. I was in profound need for a trip to CrowMac Creek. So I packed what I needed and took off.  I barely remember the trip up to the cabin and when I arrived, I stepped from the car. Instantly, the thin dry air washed over me and I immediately began to heal.
      I pulled the keys from my pocket, unlocked the back door, and I was home. I walked slowly, taking everything in, then sat in the orange chair I ran my hands over the fabric and smiled, thinking that Gary had once sat there eating chocolate cookies and drinking a beer. I wondered if any of Gary's cells were still in the chair and mused with the thought of reconstructing him by using the DNA from what cells were left behind. .
       I fixed a sandwich and sipped on a beer. My raging emotions as well as the drive up the mountain had taken its toll and I went to be early.
       I awoke to someone pulling into the driveway. It was a red Harley trike. A young man pulled his helmet off, looked to the front porch, and seeing me, waved. He walked to the porch and I was reluctant to let him in, then I'll be damned if it wasn't Gary. He was a young man, with black hair. He walked upright and did not reveal any signs of the osteoarthritis he had suffered from for so many years.
       I stood motionless, mouth open, and he smiled. We hugged and he walked directly into the cabin carrying a paper bag. Sitting down in the orange chair, he smiled again as he took a six pack of beer from the bag, and then a package of chocolate cookies....