My dad was out fishing on Fox Lake in southwestern Minnesota with my cousin, Jerry. Both have been fishing at Fox lake since they were young boys. My father’s mother, Charlotte, and her brother Duane both owned lake homes on opposite sides of the lake for several decades.
Last year our families said goodbye to Charlotte and Duane, respectively, as they transitioned from their physical bodies into the realms of spirit and mystery within a short time of one another.
Here is the email I received from my father:
I find such joy and peace in my dad’s interpretation of the magical trumpeter swans, rightly named Duane and Charlotte. My grandmother lived with Alzheimer’s for several years before her transition time.
I asked her once during our final months together ” What do you think happens when we die”?
Grandma Charlotte just laughed and said “Well, we just go on…and on…and on”
Thanks to Jerry Cooper for capturing the moment with this picture of the pair of swans.