By Haley DiRenzo
Dad couldn’t swim. He had spent his whole life on shore watching the waves bob with a knot of dread in his throat, picturing the wild riptides dragging him under. No deep-sea fishing or cruises to tropical islands for him.
That last summer, we tried to coax him on the sailboat, our hands gently waving him toward the dock. But he quietly declined, like always.
So when we gather here the next year without him, the handfuls of his bones we each cradle is a new life as we toss him into the sea. Finally, he could be there without fear.
Fascinating story.
I’m sad and happy all at the same time. Great story!
Poignant and moving.
Wow
Thank you all!
Bravo, Haley! Well done, as always 🙂
Very well done, heartfelt, got me feeling and thinking. However, I wonder: if Dad was terrified of the water, and wouldn’t even go sailing he’d probably prefer being interred on dry land.