Life After Windbird, Day 58: Four Weeks . . .
Date: Sunday, October 9, 2016
Weather: Heavy Rain and Wind, High 57 degrees F
Location: At Home in The Studio, Falmouth, MA
Four weeks ago tonight, we lost Mark. Part of me left with him, but his spirit stayed with me. I have been surrounded by unbelievable love from friends and family, and every single day I have felt just a little stronger because I know that is what Mark would want me to do. So I carry on with incredible support.
I got a call this morning from friends Kevin and Claire. They are one of the two young couples that we bonded with while living aboard Windbird in Boston from 2003 to 2005. We have sailed together in our two boats, they joined us in Thailand and sailed with us for a couple of weeks in 2008, and Kevin came on a moment’s notice to sail with Mark and I this past February bringing Windbird back to South Carolina from West Palm Beach in Florida. This morning they were on their way to the Annapolis Boat Show and called to see how I am doing. I mentioned to them that Windbird’s new owners were also at the boat show today, so they connected through text messages and met. I made them promise to take a picture and they did. I’m so jealous. They were at a boat show and they had sunshine—I love both. Kevin and Claire are really more than friends. They are the same as family to me and I look forward to seeing them soon.
The weather today has been miserable. It has been pouring rain and the wind is vicious. Mark loved rainy days but I never shared that feeling. Rainy days are not my favorites. But despite the weather, I have had a very good day. I have written a few emails to friends, bought and put shelving paper in the new tool storage chest that I brought last weekend, put together a couple of small wooden crates I bought at IKEA yesterday, did the laundry, and made chili for dinner. I made the trip to Heather and Jed’s twice today to feed the guinea pigs and now I am settling in for an evening in front of the television watching the political fiasco unfolding before our eyes. Mark was a political animal and he would love watching this. So I’ll settle in to watch the debate and think of Mark.
