May 2, 2012

We arrived at camp yesterday around 2pm and wouldn't you know, the very first camp staffer to greet us was a 19 year old young man named Matt. And his birthday was yesterday. I'd say that's a “God-nod” as a fellow GriefShare friend says. The next person we met was a gal whose husband died exactly two years ago on May 2. Another God-nod. Hmmm. We also played mini golf and saw the name Matthew in three different places on the “Hole-in-One” board. I don't think Matt's as far as away as we think. I, too, found myself wondering often if I was walking in the same places and steps as Matt had when he was here at camp. So very bittersweet.