Finally…

Summer 2025

Today I walked the final kilometers of a journey that has taken me through over 30 years of my life.

My father died alone here under a tram. Well, I finally got here for him.

The pain of his passing has been a grievous loss for many who also loved him. But seeing where it happened, watching a near-silent tram glide by, actually helped me put some more closure on it in a very odd way, along with some more tears. Most of the mystery of the details is now removed.

The pain can still flare but there’s a bit more peace in understanding the location of this tragic scene in my story and finally getting here for him…