This was your time of year. You lived for the weekends of summer….and sailing; of water and wind. I know you would have stayed out there forever if you didn’t have responsibilities pulling you back to reality. You went wherever the wind decided to steer you; where burdens were buried deep within every wave that crashed against the hull of your beloved Joli‛, and time was non-existent for as long as you could make it so. This was your haven on earth.
I often wonder what you may be watching from above during this time that you loved so. Are you out there on the waters racing with the best of them? Are you still sailing….but on a sea of clouds? Do you still have that glint in your eye?
Remember when we’d take the kids out on
I also knew that you loved being out there with the wind and the water so much that if it wasn’t going to be with your family as much as you had hoped….it was going to be with others who loved it and breathed it in as you did. And of course, that was true.
In the years you’ve been gone I’ve had your office painted. I’ve cleaned out your desk and file cabinets and cleaned out and rearranged everything in the big bookcase; but for the life of me I can’t seem to take down or store away any of the sailing pictures, awards and trophies. I’ve told myself I need to put all that stuff away and have it be just another room. I just can’t seem to do it. Your pictures, trophies, awards….and now the urn that holds your ashes….this room still feels very much like yours; like a haven….your heavenly haven. I’m thinking you’re probably smiling right now. ~Joy xo