An Observation of an OLD Man

Though the hour is quite late I will still say that tonight was a beautiful night. AF Marching Band attended BYU's Rocky Mountain Tournament. I don't know the official title and currently am not concerned.
I went early enough to see many of the bands play. I was impressed with Bingham, Lone Peak, and others. However, my concentration was not necessarily who performed best, but that the kids of American Fork could do a show of which they could be proud. Also, being a proud and unbiased father (hahahaha) I was concerned with the one member of the band that lives in my house. I've learned how she marches and have learned to pick her out pretty well.
They did themselves proud and honorably paid tribute to a fallen comrad. I was impressed by the many red and black ribbons and/or black arm bands that were worn by many bands and spectators alike. Oh, how would love to get on a loud speaker and personally give thanks for the support we have received as a community and as a family.
During BYU's performance tonight someone had let go a flock of doves. This flock flew in beautiful formation over the stadium. I wonder if many people noticed them.
Mostly likely what Iam about to say may sound anti-climatic, and/or weird, but forgive me and take it in the spirit in which it is intended.
After it became dark it rained for the most part the rest of the evening. I could look up and see it falling through the light; and though I could see it I couldn't feel it. I want to say it was an odd sensation, but that would not do it justice or doesn't quite fit. My pants, jacket, and hat were wet, but I just didn't feel the rain. I would even hold my hands out in front of me and still couldn't feel the rain. When we arrived home this evening I could feel it then.
Abbey said, "Dad, when you look into the rain it looks like on Star Wars when the ships go really fast." I don't remember feeling the rain then either.
The band had placed Heather's picture on one of their props with the caption that quoted the scripture that reads, "Greater love hath no man this, that a man lay down his life for his friends." In a conversation with a childhood friend of mine I made the comment that if I could die and have that said of me, I'd die a happy man.
For those band members that are still struggling with the events of the last few days. May our Heavenly Father bless you with that which you need. And for all of you that you may use what you have gained by this experience and make you part of the world a better place.
Have a rockin' awesome day!!!!

OLD Man