I’d never heard of a windphone before. My daughters’ elementary schoolmates were killed in a car accident, and their parents created a windphone. It was one of the many ways they have honored their children. I needed to go to this windphone to understand it. What exactly is it? I needed to know, and I also wanted to honor their children and acknowledge their loss in a way that reflected their parents’ wishes. There was a long winding road to get there (it has since moved to a new location). The area was kind of residential, kind of desert open land. As I walked toward the phone, I saw a jackrabbit! I had never seen a jackrabbit! The wonders of nature. I went to sit down and planned to call Tim. I wanted to check in and see how he was doing up there, and whether he had seen Mama, Daddy, Nette, and Howard. I needed him to say he was doing okay and that they were all together. When I got to the phone, I sat down. I read the visitors’ book and then signed it. I took off my tiger’s eye bracelet that Sarah gave me after Tim passed and left it as a sort of offering. And then I picked up the phone and called. I didn’t call Tim, though; I called Mama. Funny how that worked. I talked into the phone and waited quietly for some answers to come to me. Some answers came to me and some are yet to come, but it was fulfilling. It was an experience like no other.
