It has been a long painful journey watching our dear friend battle as long as he did.   He fought a long hard fight, but it was time to let go.

How do I let go when all I want to do is hold on?  I know he is still with me because I feel him watching over us all, but I miss him.  I miss the smile on his face, the knowing that he was always there to talk to.  I even miss his awful oxtail soup.

I made keepsakes to pass out at his service.  I thought of his love of sailing and his love of the sea.  It hurt.  I made more.  It helped.   I made more.  It healed.   I said goodbye.

Godspeed Dear Davey