Today, I walked 14.5 miles from Pontevedra to Caldas de Reis, Spain. We are now only 30 miles from our goal of Santiago de Compostela. And while the countryside was beautiful and the air was cool, I had only one thing on my mind – my son, Ryan Carter Poston.
Ryan was killed on this date, 11 years ago, at the age of 29, so it is a day to remember the man and his life. And that is what I did, with the help of my friends on this journey (JP, Stephen, and Joe). We sent him messages, lit candles in churches, listened to music that he loved, remembered his antics and accomplishments, and toasted to his life with American bourbon.
In the USA, his sisters, mother, grandmothers, aunts, uncles, cousins, nephews, and friends are doing the same thing. So, tonight as I lay down to sleep, I am not filled with sadness, but with satisfaction. We have all honored the memory of a man who was taken from us way too soon. We miss you Ryan. Love, Dad
Walking Across Italy 
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