When I see that chair looking over the river I think of Grandad and all that graced our camp and my life.
I used to feel sad when thinking about all the family, the ones I knew and the ones before my time, that left my world. Then I realized they didn't go anywhere. They are here in the wind.
I just close my eyes, smell the air, feel the breeze and listen to their comforting presence.
I can see my dad landing a bass on this rock.
But I also hear the sounds of giggling daughters and sons having a ball.
I also see that they love this place like we all do.
There is no generation gap on the Frio River.