This is a story that needs to be told.
Dustbowl Revival was on our Delfest radar before a friend’s recommendation put them high on our priority list. We got to their set late due to Reverend Peyton’s Big Damn Band’s epic performance, but lucked out as they charged into the crowd and joined us in the cheap seats.
Isaac chanced into the front row with a tiger’s blood water ice and soon-to-be-cousin Tony’s leather hat.
The lead singer took notice and traded hats for the grand finale. Isaac’s smile conveys more than I can in words.
After that we just had to go to the meet and greet.
The band was exceptionally cordial and everyone signed Isaac’s shirt. It’s usually a sleep shirt and I have no idea why he was wearing it. Only just now do I realize the Delaware connections to Aldersgate United Methodist Church and some fine 5k sponsors, not the least of which is McCrery and Harra Funeral Home who handled Mary’s memorial arrangements with the highest care.
All of our learning is woven into what we’ve already learned. This small moment in our lives would not have been possible, or at least not as grand, if not for so many strands laid down before it.
I’m grateful for the big, crazy patchwork of a life we have. Our world expands even when it feels like it may have contracted.
Not one thread can be taken away. We can only add.
God bless,
Jason