We got off the train at the same station this afternoon – the father, the son, and I.  The son mentioned the

Olympic Flame to me and, as we crossed the Concourse, was excited to share their day.  His Dad had an

appointment in the morning and they had gone together.  Once the ‘have to’s’ were done, they had seized

the moment….worked out a plan…..and went across town by transit in time to see the Olympic Flame near

Vancouver City Hall.  He was very excited by what they had done!

As we approached the escalator, he urged me to catch up to the Flame, so I could see it for myself.  He knew its route,

and recited it to me – by street and avenue, corner and landmark – wanting me to share in it, too. I was ahead of him

on the stairs – he stopped to wait for his Dad.  Dad was smiling, too.

The son was about 55-60 years of age, in my estimation, making Dad 80-something, I would guess.

He wore a toque, and sported a grizzled grey beard, and used a cane.

Dad walked independently, his son staying just a step or two ahead,  and as he used his white cane to gauge his path

it occurred to me that the passing of that Flame in front of them today was not the only Eternal Moment being shared.