A Communion of Souls
Every day an older man walks a Siberian Husky through our neighborhood park. Bundled up tight against the cold, gray winter day, he walks briskly and rarely speaks. The dog dutifully walking right beside him. There’s a rhythm. And a sadness. The man was never much of a dog guy. The Husky belonged to his son who had passed away not long ago.
Whenever I see the two of them, I wonder if the dog is some kind of lifeline - a way for the father to feel connected to his son. I think about the dog who lost his buddy and now feels compelled to comfort and accompany the father. And I wonder if the son is right there walking with them in silence.
A communion of souls. An opportunity for healing. And the promise that life goes on.
