There are things I will remember for the rest of my life from the last four difficult days. The sight of the back of your head as the sounds of violins filled the church. Watching generations coming together and knowing everyword, and every note, and realizing we were wittnessing something amazing and so organic to who these people are. The rainbow at the bottom of the mountain at just the right moment (at least it was right for me).

I've spent the last two weeks trying to create these moments so I would have something to remember, something to hold on to. They found a way to come on their own.