Coming Full Circle

This past weekend, my brother and I took my kids to Newell, South Dakota. We made the pilgrimage almost 13 years to the day that we did the identical journey there to bury my cousin. This time, we buried his dad, my uncle. Seeing the impact of their lives in this tiny town was incredible. My cousin's death was the impotus behind me starting this blog and moving to Alaska, doing all of the crazy shit today. With my uncle's passing, I feel similarly motivated, but differently, as if reminded that time is short. It's a strange realization that days are likely closer to the end than they are the beginning. Time to move.