“I miss her dad,” said my daughter as we sat and looked at the spot where her mother was last seen.
Her mother was an adventurous woman, and my daughter looked up to her as her role model and her hero in life.
It was a freak wave that picked up the canoe and crashed it against the rocks. She fell out, and the retreating water sucked her under.
We sat here often, and there wasn’t a lot to be said, but I knew she wanted me there. I was her constant, and she hung to me for that reason.