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Missing Jonah on Every Holiday
I had a fabulous 4th of July celebration with my family–my 3 granddaughters romping in the pool with their parents, discovering all the toys in the playroom I furnished for them from FB Marketplace, eating takeout from the smoker that Todd prepared from the inimitable Starving Artist Cafe in Stockton, NJ. And yet, Jonah was missing. He is the tiny hole in the fabric of my joy. And it will always be this way.
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Welcome Friends
Dear Friends, Sailing is a way I commune with my beloved son Jonah. Out on the ocean, Jonah appears in the evanescent formations of clouds, the crepuscular rays of the sun, the shimmer of light on the waves. Immersion in nature is one of the ways we can strengthen ourselves. We never know where we will find traces of our dead beloveds.