It’s still hard to believe the news I heard a little over three years ago.
S’s father, my friend, committed suicide, leaving a little nine year old behind.
S is growing into a remarkable young woman, participating in her first “out of the darkness” event to raise awareness about those suffering with depression.
We don’t talk about those things though, at least not today. We just hold on for dear life to our tubes as the boat races across the water.
It clears our heads and lets us just be in the moment,
Although we will never forget him, and just hope he is content now, and resting peacefully,

Wench, bring my ale, what say you?

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