I wonder if Tala feels Cliff’s spirit as strongly as I do? I know she would be ecstatic if he walked across our deck, or if she heard him laugh. Grief from the loss of my dearest closest friend seems even heavier, harder and more persistent these past few months than other times in more recent years. Is that possible? Perhaps some of the deep layers of grief are finding their way through me; released with tears amongst the trees in the woods on the mountain he is such a part of. Thankful for his ever-present spirit. Gratitude for the mountain of memories, the storms we weathered and the endless river of love.

Cliff Denham: Oct 21,1947- May 1, 2016.