January 20, 2015
Happy New Year!
This has been a tough few weeks. First a good friend of mine, Ted, died the weekend before Christmas. Then my dad died on the last day of the year. I spent all that day working through the funeral process. My brother Wayne was there too, along with Susan. Lots of emotions being let loose again. Your emotions say it is sad that dad left. But the brain knows that it is best for him. He has basically been deteriorating for the last two and a half years with the last year and a half being bed ridden. And dad really started giving up after my mom died nine years ago. So all in all, this is a good thing for him.
And after watching him for this time it’s easy for someone my age to say “I’m not going through that”. But you don’t what you will say when it’s you laying in the nursing home. And how do I avoid doing this to my kids. Don’t know.
One of the things that I am going through right now is how all the stuff mom and dad accumulated over their lifetimes is mostly gone. Dispersed. Repurposed. And in about three weeks. Makes me wonder about the stuff I have. Not as much stuff as mom and dad, but stuff none the less. And how that will get dispersed. And while some of the stuff means something to my brothers and I, it starts becoming meaningless to the grandkids and even less to the great grandkids.
Yesterday the thrift store guy took most of the stuff that wasn’t dispersed last week. After that the dumpster.
Ashes to ashes, life to dumpster. That seems to be reality.
See you dad! Say hi to mom.
So our cruise this week will be delayed a bit until I can get through the funeral(s) and probate. But we put the boat down in the West Palm Beach area (Juno Beach) so we can use this as a weekend getaway. We will try and get Stormy to the Abacos. This way we can fly back easily. But more importantly I can eat my fill of conch salad and cracked conch.
I have gone through a lot of soul searching lately about Stormy. I have had the boat fourteen years. I seem to be trying to decide if I want to continue the relationship or go or do something else. I chatted with a broker from FT Lauderdale a couple of weeks ago about the possibility of moving to a trawler or catamaran. Both have a lot more room than the Slocum. When he sent me the sold prices from some recent Slocums and the money I would need to put out for another boat, I was flopping on the floor and clutching my chest in a cheapness fit. So that’s not going to happen.