Driving to the beach Sunday reminded me of a Malcolm story. Thanksgiving 2005 we were on a return trip from the coast, his cancer had already metastisized to his lungs and I knew our time together was limited.
The highway I was on was under construction and in trying to follow all the detour signs, I wasn't paying attention to the road and a car had stopped ahead of me. Braking hard and fast is a big problem when you have a three-legged dog in your SUV but I didn't really have a choice. Malcolm held fast though but I can't say the same about the luggage. It went everywhere.
Thankfully I stopped short of the car's bumper but I pulled off the highway to make sure everyone was good anyway. I turned to check on Malcolm. He was smiling as he always does in the midst of adversity yet he was completely covered in pink curlers from a cosmetics kit that had spilled. Have you ever seen a Pyrenees covered in pink curlers?
It was the last time I remember laughing for a long time but God it felt good.