IMG_6654 Camore river

I managed a visit to my father before the snow fell. This is a couple of blocks from his place.


IMG_6647 Bow river Canmore

Dad was a prairie boy, but he was always in love with the mountains.



IMG_6622 canmore bow river ch

Our house in Calgary was built on a hill facing the Rockies on the horizon and every clear morning he would stand by the window checking out the view.

IMG_6665 bow river branch canmore

Every Saturday or holiday we could get away we drove the hour or so to Canmore, or Kananaskis, or Banff, not to ski or climb or golf or canoe, but to walk along the trails or sit under the trees and breathe.

Dad’s memories are fading, but now he lives beside the river he loved. He doesn’t work anymore or write anymore, and it’s hard for him to tell even one of his thousands of stories. He’s not even sure of who the people are who come to visit him. Life has been distilled to its essence. He looks to the mountains and breathes and he is thankful.


“The moment we become grateful, we actually begin to ascend spiritually into the presence of God. The psalmist wrote,
Serve the Lord with gladness; come before Him with joyful singing. . . . Enter His gates with thanksgiving and His courts with praise. Give thanks to Him, bless His name. For the Lord is good; His lovingkindness is everlasting and His faithfulness to all generations.’ (Psalm 100:2, 4-5).”
-Francis Frangipane

4 thoughts on “Ascent

  1. How wonderful that you have those memories with your Dad. What spectacular scenery. I visited Calgary and Banff just once…but it was unforgettable. God’s creation has a unique way of speaking to us about Him, testifying that He does not forget His promises. Your Dad may not be able to remember much, but God has not forgotten him. It’s so difficult to see our parents health deteriorate (my Mom passed away when I was in my early 20s), so I often remember the Scripture, “eye has not seen, ear has not heard, the mind cannot conceive what God has prepared for those that love Him”… If earth holds such beauty…what must Heaven be like??! My Mom has been enjoying it now for decades and one day, we will be, too.


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