A blog about the memories I have of my son. Hopefully it will celebrate all that he is, was, and could have been. It might even help me get some things off my chest. It is not a blueprint for handling grief, while experienced in it, I cope terribly.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
A couple of years ago, I went on a week long summer vacation to Crescent Beach, FL. Michael was just starting to get involved in history and we had the opportunity to go to a couple of forts and to an Alligator Farm.
Fort Matanzas - This was a small forte less than a mile from the house we were staying at. You get to ride a short ferry across the river to get to the fort. The fort is small, but real neat. I think we went to the fort every day of the week that we were there. It is a small park and a quick ferry trip, but we loved it. It was at this vacation that he started to get heavy into military history. We went to Fort Matanzas 5 times that week. And we walked down the nature trail (boardwalk through the woods). He loved to get a sprite for each of us as we started our journey down the trail. When walking a nature trail we loved to pretend that we had gone back in time, that we were in the times of the Spanish armada and the British were at war. We would gingerly slink down the boardwalk listening for any signs of the enemy. Each visit Michael would say he would take the tour to the top of the roof on the blockhouse, but he just couldn't manage to do it. I love those memories. Watching the wind rush through his hair and his eyes squint so as to see through the surf and wind to our ultimate destination, Fort Matanzas.
A blog about the memories I have of my son. Hopefully it will celebrate all that he is, was, and could have been. It might even help me get some things off my chest. It is not a blueprint for handling grief, while experienced in it, I cope terribly. My wife and I live in North Florida and are taking it day by day.