The Flog – The Fabry Log

There is a tree in our back yard, by the house we no longer live in, that is the most beautiful think you have ever seen. It's not that old. It's only been in a year or two, but the leaves on it are the most brilliant orange-red you have ever seen. The aspens are bright yellow, and the shrubs we put in a couple of years ago are burnt orange and brown. I'm getting a little nostalgic because I went by there today to walk alone in the back yard and cross the basketball court where we've played plenty of games of "21" and "PIG." There are two trampolines, lonely and unused. I also noticed that some voles or moles or some underground creatures have been digging along the sprinkler lines. That didn't happen when Pippen and Frodo lived there.

Something amazing happened with my son, Ryan. He's a senior at the local high school and heavily involved in music and drama. Some teachers and friends got together, took up a collection, and raised enough money to buy him a guitar, one of his passions and something we had to leave behind. He knew nothing about the gift until they pulled up in front of the music store and they handed him a card. He was overwhelmed and his music teacher helped him pick out a Taylor guitar which they sold to him at cost, with an amp and case and humidifier you need to make sure your guitar doesn't warp at this dry altitude. I wish you could read some of the things these teenagers said about my son. It made me proud to know him, let alone be his father.

Those words, like the music Ryan is playing right now, are the beautiful leaves that fall around us on the rocks and dry ground and make like so much richer and sweeter. At some point, I hope we will be able to let our leaves fall on you and pass this love back to those of you who have prayed and have been so generous. Thank you.
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