Thanks to the generosity of some of his good friends, Robin's patience, and his own will, he made it down again this year. I caught a flight from Denver and met up with him and the crew (dad, Robin, my brother Abe, and about 10 friends).
It is bittersweet as he cannot walk on his own anymore. The sea kayaking is a thing of the past. Just walking down the sand and getting into the water is now a memory for him. But the oxygen rich air and the sunsets are still here here for him. His friends all show up, play music and tell stories. We take a few sightseeing trips: crocodiles, birds, turtles, boat rides, markets, music... We all eat local shrimp, down a few pacifico beers, and share stories. I'm thankful that there are so many people who care enough to show up and share this time. It's a simple place with a universal beauty. It's a testament to us all that life is short. Live your life and love those around you.
this blog brought tears to my eyes. How wonderful for you to join your dad and friends for this trip that obviously meant so much to a lot of people. Thanks for writing it.
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