Your watch is over. All is well.All the gifts you have given us will be retained. Your sails, your wisdom, your humor, your smiles, your laughs, your generosity. Your competitiveness. We are the richer for all of it.
As you know, we buried your ashes in waters where we sail the most, on the start/finish line. So we can keep you close.Can't think of any more to say that hasn't been already said amongst 400 people at the Club this afternoon. Or in Sailing Anarchy, here and here.
Except to say, thanks for meeting-up with Trophy Wife before I knew either of you and changing her fear of sailing into excitement. What a set-up for us!
A man is no sailor if he cannot turn out when he's called
and sleep when he turns in.
Richard Henry Dana, Two Years Before the Mast
That yellow boat on blue water is very nice. It looks like a fine day.
ReplyDeleteYou were here before I could complete my post. Even so, your comment is perfect! You see so much when so little is disclosed!
DeleteIt was a fine day.
I was wondering what the occasion was. I'm glad you told me of the additions to your post. I was unable to get the first link to work, but followed the thread on the second. It sounds like you and your friends have had to say goodbye to a fine man, and one who played a very nice role in your life. There is a camaraderie among sailors, with almost another language that's used. Thank you for allowing me to be privy to that through your posts.
ReplyDeleteNothing significant happens on land.....
ReplyDeleteBury my ashes where boats race. That's all I wish for.
ReplyDeleteThat would be good.
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