Day 456 and 457: The Mountains

My Papa B. had two homes: one in Stone Mountain and one in The North Carolina mountains at the border of North Georgia. Even though the Stone Mountain home wasn't in the mountains, I guess he still got the sense of the mountains there. Now that I think about it, the house almost looks like a mountain in its shape, but I digress. I've noticed every time I visit his homes, the cabin in the mountains in particular, it's so peaceful. Just the sounds of birds and crickets chirping, gardens growing, trees hanging over every inch of nature and nothing in the distance except clear horizon. He also would play for two mountain churches while he was alive and whenever he was in the mountains. By mountain church, I mean the kind that has the amount of people of a Sunday school class, more songs then speaking, 7 minute greetings, and short sermons. I had the opportunity to go up there the Sunday before coming back to school and I sensed Papa B. so much. They kept talking about how the closest representation of Mr. Theo was there. He wanted people to experience the peace that the mountains offer and I believe he has his own cabin in Heaven now, but whenever I go to the mountains, I can climb them to get as close to Papa B as possible and know how proud he is that I'm climbing every mountain till I find my dream.