Seagulls strut along the dock. A ship’s horn scares them and they scatter to the heavens.
Our ferry passes Tall Ships. We gape at the size of their masts.
We are informed of each vessel’s country and specifics of the complex rigging.
Schooners and smaller craft sail by.
More than 40 Tall Ships, decorated with a multitude of colorful flags, were on parade yesterday. Today, the Tall Ships are at rest, sails folded.
It’s Father’s Day and I am now fatherless. My dad, Errol, died over ten years ago.
Errol was larger than life…bigger than these Tall Ships in my eyes. Brilliance and hard work led to a full life in Academia.
With my mother, he brought me and my siblings to North America via the Caribbean, Africa and England.
In New England, we would have opportunities not available to us in the British West Indies.
“You’ve had your father your whole adult life,” a friend consoled me at his memorial service.
I did not realize it at the time but she was right. I am grateful for his life.