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July 19, 2014

Dad always said he would trust his life to my brother in a boat, and he did, despite being a poor sailor and suffering from seasickness.† This is an affliction none of us share, and Dad felt that there was no greater gap than that between those that had it and those that didnít.† Still he braved both the mal and the mer for the pleasure of skimming over the waves.† There is such a feeling of freedom when you are sailing fast on the ocean, the blue of the sky echoed in the water, the wind in your hair.