It’s New Years Eve 6:30am. I’m writing this sitting on a sofa, in a lounge, in a centrally heated house, in the UK.
Twenty hours ago I had no thought that I’d be here.
Yesterday morning I jogged to Cala Cortina. I swam in the Mediterranean. Floating with my back to the shore, the cold water prickling my skin. I closed my eyes and turned my face towards the warm sun. I lay still for a minute, my body weightless. At one with the ocean that makes life on this planet possible. It felt good.
After a slow jog back to Yacht Port I showered, chatted with a few folks on the pontoon, made some tea, then sat at the nav station to check my email. There was one from Dad. Two words in capital letters ‘CALL ME’.
I got through straight away. At the first sound of his voice I knew. My Mom had passed away a few hours before. Right around the time I’d been floating in the ocean.
Salt water stung my eyes again.
Within hours a flight and car were booked and a bag packed. Dad needed me.
I needed to be with him.
Six hours after the airplane took off, I was there.
My brother is on his way from the wilds of Ontario, Canada. His journey will be far longer.
It’s been dark since I arrived back. Dark, wet and windy. I hadn’t set foot on UK soil in two and a half years. I hadn’t slept off the boat in three and a half. I was going to say how lost I was feeling.
I have no right to.
At the beginning of this month Mom and Dad celebrated their 66th year of marriage. Dad is the one who’s truly lost.
Tonight will bring a new year. Gail and I will be 1000 miles apart. Dad and I will hopefully be sleeping.
Yesterday I thought I knew what the New Year would bring. Now I’ve been reminded that none of us have any idea.
Wherever you are and whatever you’re doing I wish you a very Happy New Year. Don’t waste it. Don’t settle. Make it your best year ever.
In the words of that old classic by Guy Lombardo:
Enjoy yourself, it’s later than you think
Enjoy yourself, while you’re still in the pink