I saw you standing there on the bow, clear as ever, young and smiling, a silk scarf wrapped around the top of your head with the tails flapping in the breeze as you guided your small sailboat in to the sunset. I asked you "Am I imagining this?", you turned to me and said "I don't know, Sam, you always were the imaginative one; you got that from me, that is why you must create." Thank you all for your condolences over the passed few weeks as my beloved Nana began her long voyage to a place we cannot sail to ourselves. Since my initial writing on loss she continued to fight the good fight for three more long weeks. As I wrote about her contagious desire to see the world, her brilliance as a woman and her bold defiance of the times, she was visited by many of her family and friends to guide her along with positive energy. She loved her family (especially her dogs) ferociously and with a tremendous warmth from the fire that fueled the span of her life. We huddled and watched the flames smolder this passed weekend and though her fire no longer burns, her light and warmth still remain.
Rest in peace, Nana. ⛵️💕