Looking in towards 7 Inch Beach. |
I have spent days and days playing on this one log now almost hidden by the water |
Today would have been my father's 84th birthday, but instead my family and friends gathered around the boat ramp that he built, stone by stone, all those years ago ... to say goodbye.
Kim and I had arrived earlier in the day and, with Dad's ashes in the boat with me, we'd gone for a ramble around all the places that Dad and I would wander together as he'd tell me adventure stories from his life ...
Then I went for one last paddle alone, well just me and dad, drowning in those memories, readying myself to say goodbye.
Rachel and Kath said their own goodbyes on the ramp ...
Before Ashley, Sam, Jayden and I paddled out to the end of the Island, and looking back towards our childhood home, we said our final goodbye ...
The Road goes ever on and onDown from the door where it began.Now far ahead the Road has gone,And I must follow, if I can,Pursuing it with eager feet,Until it joins some larger wayWhere many paths and errands meet.And whither then? I cannot say.Still round the corner there may waitA new road or a secret gate,And though we pass them by today,Tomorrow we may come this wayAnd take the hidden paths that runTowards the Moon or to the Sun.
Goodbye, Dad.
On ever on....
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