After the funeral of a truly extraordinary woman, Libby Miller, I went to the reception at Camp Greystone. I walked back to my first cabin with my first camper who happened to attend the funeral too. We both stood there in front of Cabin 5, both 23 years older.
I thought of the passage of time as I breathed in the scent of the camp that smelled just as I remembered. I thought of myself all those years ago and what it meant to have Libby help me grow. Now, standing next to the grown woman I knew as a young girl, I thought of Libby’s investment in the next generation. And I realized I want to live the rest of my life helping others grow.