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| The Hibiscus has been named "Fred." |
Last
night I was anchored out in a bay. As the day spoke I got into the rowboat to
head to shore.
A
gentleman nearby recognized me from last year’s haul-out in the boatyard. We exchanged
greetings. He told me I was in a good spot for anchoring.
Then
he asked me where my dog was.
When
my dad died Uncle Len bought a Spruce tree. He called it, Peter.
He’d
water it. Watch it grow. Change the soil, the pot. It lived nearby.
I
don’t usually do soil on the boat. But today a Hibiscus called to me.
To
call it Fred.
When
I got home to the helm I sat it there. Like Fred often would when we were
underway. Panting and whimpering. He didn’t much like motoring along on the
boat.
Seconds
later streams of light filtered through it. The sliver of a new moon lit the
sky.
My
heart sobbed and I thought for Fred, it’s a new beginning.
The
Hibiscus is for me, a way to cope with my loss.
Coping
with the loss of my dear, loving, wonderful – best dog ever and friend, Fred.
1998-2011
1 comment:
I love this. Where are you now? Good luck with everything on the other side of the pond. Let's have a chat next week when you're settled.
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