Today my pilgrimage to Lake Michigan took a northern route. I left Chicago for the funeral of my Uncle Bob who passed away last week at age 95. There are few richer reasons to pilgrimage than to celebrate the life of someone who meant so much.
Describing my uncle, his daughter put it best. "He was a gentle soul".
In his eulogy, his son mentioned a pilgrimage they'd made visiting WWII monuments in DC. At the end of the day, he noticed his dad taking off his dress shoes. "Why didn't you wear comfortable shoes today Dad?", he asked. "That wouldn't have been the right thing to do", was the response. Uncle Bob was a WWII vet. His shoes were a gesture of honor.
After the funeral we stopped by the lakefront. Its the same lake up here, only colder and with a little bit more ice.
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