A True Hero

I don't want to devote too much of our time and energy to FBorFW, and I don't want to bring things down this early in the life of our blog, but I've been moved to write about something... This afternoon, thanks to various logistical and experiental factors, I found myself on the FBorFW website, which took me down a myriad of journeys, both new and old. And while learning about Lynn's childhood was fun and all (and the page of errata will be sure to delight everyone), what I need to talk about is an older experience that I relived (and in fact have been reliving every moment since that fateful day): the Death of Farley. Those of you who are new(er)-comers to FBorFW may not remember this, but when April was a child, she fell into the river and the Patterons' old dog, Farley, dove in to save her. He succeeded, of course, but payed the ultimate price in the process. Today while I was reading it I began to tear up when he first leapt into the river, knowing as I did the devestating events that were to come, and by the time he stopped breathing a tear had rolled down my cheek, a tear perhaps very much like the one that rolled down a much younger face, when I read this story for the first time. So here's to Farley, a True Hero. RIP Number 1. I'll see you at the crossroads.