Today marks the 50th anniversary of my mother's fathers death at sea. She has spent the last month gathering old news paper clippings, talking to people, in order to hold a memorial where the boat he was fishing on, crashed and sunk on the rocks of Point Pinos.
I didn't quite understand what she was doing, until I attended the memorial today. It's important to remember where we come from and today reminded me, I am descended from a fisherman.
Salt water runs through my veins. I find it ironic, that I play and find so much pleasure in the same ocean that wreaked tragedy on my family circle, four days before my Mother's 17th birthday.
It's also a sober reminder, that while I may be playing, the ocean plays for keeps.
1 comment:
Well said, well written!
Eileen
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