I’d like to think that Dad is sailing on the most beautiful seas right now. I can see him on the bow of the Dire Strait, his 36’ sailboat, looking ahead to a new adventure. I cannot bare to think of him at the stern waving goodbye to us, so looking forward is good for me. I imagine that he is happy and pain-free, and that he is inhaling wonderful sea air into healthy lungs and exhaling….all on his own.
Today my sister and I walked St. Pete Pier. What a gorgeous day of sailboats, dolphins, the sun and the sea. I feel close to Dad here.
Tonight, I watched the sunset at one of his favorite places, Passé Grille. And it was gorgeous.
Goodnight, Dad. Safe sails tonight. I love you. ♥️
Andi
Coffee with Andi 
He is at peace and looking for a good cup of coffee and a pastry to enjoy with it like he did every day and looking down on his family and smiling with pride and love for everyone.
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This is a poem that brought me a great deal of comfort when my mother passed… Perhaps it will do the same for you, love.
Gone From My Sight
by Henry VanDyke
I am standing upon the seashore. A ship, at my side,
spreads her white sails to the moving breeze and starts
for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength.
I stand and watch her until, at length, she hangs like a speck
of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other.
Then, someone at my side says, “There, she is gone”
Gone where?
Gone from my sight. That is all. She is just as large in mast,
hull and spar as she was when she left my side.
And, she is just as able to bear her load of living freight to her destined port.
Her diminished size is in me — not in her.
And, just at the moment when someone says, “There, she is gone,”
there are other eyes watching her coming, and other voices
ready to take up the glad shout, “Here she comes!”
And that, is dying.
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Beautiful ♥️
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Thank you for sharing this ♥️
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He is
Cool sailing sir.
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