Today is the final day of the annual camping trip, which my brother and I went on every year, to the woods and lake on the property we inherited from our deceased father in West Virginia. Until his death, it used to be the three of us – our father, my brother, and I – that went on the trip. After this trip, I would no longer be going every year; in fact, I would no longer be making the trip.
Tomorrow, I will be packing up the campsite and preparing it to be rented, then starting the drive back to Texas the next evening. I had decided to rent the property out to other families who wanted to have a place to camp outdoors.
But, for now, I’m sitting in my collapsible chair, drinking cold Bud Lights out of a portable freezer and digging my feet into the warm sand of the lake. Every year on the last day of the trip, my brother and I would sit on the sand and drink Bud Lights in silence, just relaxing in the peace and quiet of the woods, not speaking because we did not want to ruin the atmosphere the woods always created in the evenings. With the woods surrounding the campsite, it created a shelter from society. I love coming here to recharge and get away from the busy life I led. I will miss coming here every year.
Yet it seemed so much quieter this year. I miss having my brother on our annual trip. Unfortunately, he could not make this trip, so I went alone instead of inviting a friend to come along and ruining the meaning of the trip – a time for brothers to reconnect, recharge and relax.
As I look out at the lake, an amazing sight occurs before my eyes. As the sun began to lower below the horizon, it created a rare image. The sun reflected off the lake in two different places, causing there to be three suns instead of just one.
I wish my brother could be here to witness this one of a kind image. It had never happened before in all of the years that I have been to the campsite. Yet, I knew my brother was at the campsite with me. I knew he could see the three suns with me. I just have to accept the fact that he will never physically be with me again. My brother died in a car accident six months before this year’s annual trip.
I pulled my sleeping bag out of the tent and on to the sand. Not long after, I fell asleep under the stars and ready to start the next day I felt like my brother lay next to me. I could even hear his snoring, yet I knew he was in Heaven, watching over me.