So thankful for my son’s memorial at our neighborhood park where I walked in the rain with our pup. Memorials exist to externalize the presence of those who are no longer physically here and are acutely missed for their robust life. My son lives on in me, his brother, father, larger family and his own friends! And those who read about and imagine his life. Play ball, I hear his sweet voice.
So much love for Lakas whose voracious reading at the end of his life are in my thoughts. He read so much about the ocean, ocean life, what is in the sea, including messages in a bottle. FLOTSAM was a favorite along with encyclopedias about the oceans. He read intently and I recall him in that intensity.