All Good Things: Epilogue
So that's how it ends. At least for now.
I've kept this blog for eleven years. Through three jobs and countless adventures. And after all these years, I'm happy. I have a family, friends, a career. And I've realized, over the last couple of years, that I've actually been getting too busy with all of that stuff to blog about it.
But maybe one more.
Just after I got on the board at Piper, LHPS took a field trip.
We got together on a Sunday morning, and went to the Austin Dam ruins.
"Guys," I said as we got out of the car,"I'd like to welcome you to the Austin Dam. It burst in 1911, and killed almost eighty people. Some of the survivors moved to Lock Haven afterward, probably causing some hauntings there."
'Wow," said Mille, looking at the giant pieces of the dam that were still standing, towering above us. "And they just left them here?"
"Yeah, what are you gonna do with them?"
"I take it you already have seen the signs," Theresa said,"Instructing us not to climb on the ruins?"
"Yeah, I've done it."
We walked across the field, toward the huge chunks of the dam. I was with Kara, Theresa, Millie, and Holly, our newest member, promoted from Teen Paranormal. Behind us, I could hear little Paul playing.
A few of us stopped to take photos, and we approached the dam.
"It's amazing," said Kara, looking up at the ruins.
"Check it out, Holly," I said. "This happened a hundred and five years ago. Some people will tell you that Pennsylvania is boring, but that's not true. There are a million places to explore."
"That's so awesome," said Holly, smiling.
"It is," I said. "There's always adventures around. Always."
We all went to the pavilion.
"Everyone enjoy lunch," said Theresa. "We've got all kinds of food, don't be shy."
"I brought plates and cups," said Millie.
We all gathered around the tables, sitting down. I sat with Paul, who was holding a small tube of bubble stuff.
"Bubbas," he said, holding it out to me.
"That's right, bubbles," I agreed, and blew some into the air. He laughed gleefuly.
"Gen!"
I blew more bubbles. My little boy laughed, delighted.
"Gen! Bubba!"
I smiled.
"Daddy loves you."
So that's how it ends.
There are worse ways to go out than sitting with your child, surrounded by your friends.
Maybe, eventually, I'll start another blog. Maybe I'll get the urge to write about my life again, and begin a new one. But for now, I'm just going to enjoy my life.
Or maybe I'll try something new. A book, a novel. I'll pretend it's fiction; who's going to believe a book about ghosts and buried treasures in a Pennnsylvania community? Some of my adventures might adapt well to a book.
And if you happen to see me, maybe at the library or down at Piper, feel free to stop and ask me how it's going.
You never know.
Maybe I'll even share.
I've kept this blog for eleven years. Through three jobs and countless adventures. And after all these years, I'm happy. I have a family, friends, a career. And I've realized, over the last couple of years, that I've actually been getting too busy with all of that stuff to blog about it.
But maybe one more.
Just after I got on the board at Piper, LHPS took a field trip.
We got together on a Sunday morning, and went to the Austin Dam ruins.
"Guys," I said as we got out of the car,"I'd like to welcome you to the Austin Dam. It burst in 1911, and killed almost eighty people. Some of the survivors moved to Lock Haven afterward, probably causing some hauntings there."
'Wow," said Mille, looking at the giant pieces of the dam that were still standing, towering above us. "And they just left them here?"
"Yeah, what are you gonna do with them?"
"I take it you already have seen the signs," Theresa said,"Instructing us not to climb on the ruins?"
"Yeah, I've done it."
We walked across the field, toward the huge chunks of the dam. I was with Kara, Theresa, Millie, and Holly, our newest member, promoted from Teen Paranormal. Behind us, I could hear little Paul playing.
A few of us stopped to take photos, and we approached the dam.
"It's amazing," said Kara, looking up at the ruins.
"Check it out, Holly," I said. "This happened a hundred and five years ago. Some people will tell you that Pennsylvania is boring, but that's not true. There are a million places to explore."
"That's so awesome," said Holly, smiling.
"It is," I said. "There's always adventures around. Always."
We all went to the pavilion.
"Everyone enjoy lunch," said Theresa. "We've got all kinds of food, don't be shy."
"I brought plates and cups," said Millie.
We all gathered around the tables, sitting down. I sat with Paul, who was holding a small tube of bubble stuff.
"Bubbas," he said, holding it out to me.
"That's right, bubbles," I agreed, and blew some into the air. He laughed gleefuly.
"Gen!"
I blew more bubbles. My little boy laughed, delighted.
"Gen! Bubba!"
I smiled.
"Daddy loves you."
So that's how it ends.
There are worse ways to go out than sitting with your child, surrounded by your friends.
Maybe, eventually, I'll start another blog. Maybe I'll get the urge to write about my life again, and begin a new one. But for now, I'm just going to enjoy my life.
Or maybe I'll try something new. A book, a novel. I'll pretend it's fiction; who's going to believe a book about ghosts and buried treasures in a Pennnsylvania community? Some of my adventures might adapt well to a book.
And if you happen to see me, maybe at the library or down at Piper, feel free to stop and ask me how it's going.
You never know.
Maybe I'll even share.