An old friend is taking a long-awaited rest. Walking into Hollowell Park in Rocky Mountain National park, I expect to see my old friend. I am shocked at an unfamiliar section of the trail where my friend stood. When I get closer, I realize that my friend is still waiting for me but no longer standing.
After many years, the wood frame of this spruce tree, I consider my friend, has been blown over and is now resting. It just seems strange to not see this sculpture ready to welcome me into Hollowell park. After some time, I realized my friend is not gone but has changed to the next phase. I also see that a branch reaches out and points toward the trail head and I understand that my friend is still doing its part.
My friend is not gone but has changed as we all change. The fondness in me for this old tree is still there and will always live inside me. As I walk away, I think to myself, "Take a well-deserved rest my friend. You will not be forgotten".
In Memory of Optimus Prime. A great dog and a loving Friend.
I take comfort in knowing that this next phase is pain free OP boy. You are missed but never forgotten Optimus Prime.