{"id":81429,"date":"2021-11-22T03:18:23","date_gmt":"2021-11-22T07:18:23","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/johncohn.org\/base\/?p=81429"},"modified":"2021-11-22T03:18:23","modified_gmt":"2021-11-22T07:18:23","slug":"sunday-night-remembering-sam","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/johncohn.org\/base\/2021\/11\/22\/sunday-night-remembering-sam\/","title":{"rendered":"Sunday night – Remembering Sam"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Our beautiful , fun and amazing son, brother and friend Sam left this earth 15 years ago today. He’d been down in Flordia with friends doing what he did best.. having fun. There hasn’t been a moment in the last 15 years that we haven’t been thinking of him and missing him. Still he’s in our lives.. everywhere and every day<\/p>\n

This day we usually gather with friends and hike Bolton together, then come back to the house for a potluck, stories and making SamStones. Last year we came together virtually because of the pandemic. This year, we’re in Portland visiting Gabe. Max and Becky are here with us too. We asked all of Sams family and friends doing something that calls to them to remember Sam on this day. \u00a0I know people were hiking, running, lifting a glass or taking a puff .. whatever moved them to remember our boy.<\/p>\n

We took a long drive in the Columbia River gorge.. and took a really nice hike up Coyote ridge on the Washington side of the river. . \u00a0The drive out there was so beautiful. We stopped at several gorgeous waterfalls.<\/p>\n

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We stopped at Coyote Ridge trail just past White Salmon on the Washington side of the gorge. It had turned cool and grey.. a perfect day for a walk.. The terrain was green and rocky.. hardly any trees..
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all day long I had little bits of Sam’s magic. I woke in the car to hearing “If I ever leave this world Alive” by Flogging Molly .. one of Sam’s favorite songs.. \u00a0 That was the last shirt he wore.<\/p>\n

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near the top of our hike I found these three small rocks together.. two stones flanking a tiny heart<\/p>\n


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and a little beyond on the trip I found this.. it’s a maple seed.. a tiny helicopter called a ‘Samara’<\/p>\n


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\n<\/a> \"\"<\/a> We fineshed the day with a great Mexican meal from Guero’s ..<\/a><\/p>\n


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It has been a very good day.. Hope you found a nice way to remember Sam too. If you feel like it, please let us know what you did to remember him too. Thanks for being with us on this very long trip<\/p>\n

\"\"we love you Sam !<\/a><\/p>\n

nite all. nite Sam<\/p>\n

-me<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Our beautiful , fun and amazing son, brother and friend Sam left this earth 15 years ago today. He’d been down in Flordia with friends doing what he did best.. having fun. There hasn’t been a moment in the last 15 years that we haven’t been thinking of him and missing him. Still he’s in … Continue reading Sunday night – Remembering Sam<\/span> →<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-81429","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/johncohn.org\/base\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/81429","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/johncohn.org\/base\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/johncohn.org\/base\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/johncohn.org\/base\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/johncohn.org\/base\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=81429"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/johncohn.org\/base\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/81429\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":81542,"href":"http:\/\/johncohn.org\/base\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/81429\/revisions\/81542"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/johncohn.org\/base\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=81429"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/johncohn.org\/base\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=81429"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/johncohn.org\/base\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=81429"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}