If my ship sails from sight, it doesn't mean my journey ends,
it simply means the river bends.
J. Enoch Powell
Shortly before dawn last Monday, my father passed away. He suffered from blindness, dementia and lung cancer so the last few years were a time of loss and grieving. Now there is release and relief and joy on the other side of the veil as he walked through the gate into the arms of loved ones gone before. I spent the week pouring over photos and compiling them into a slideshow as a memorial celebration of a full and well-lived life. It has been a healing activity. I did not want the debilitation of his final years to be the last memories for me or my children and grandchildren. The precious photos cement in my mind a picture of a strong man who faced the world boldly and secured for his family a lasting legacy. He left us a view of the world that enables us to work hard, take care of ourselves and generously help others; a love for creatures great and small and a passion for the mountains, trees and seashores that brought him peace and joy.
