Sunday, July 24, 2011

Letting Go

Sometimes you have to let go of what you love, let go of it and throw it to the wild winds.

Yesterday, I realized that I'm without a sailboat of my own due to a lie, a trick of the tongue. I really liked that boat, wanted to fix it up as good as new, wanted to sail it until it fell apart past repair. It was a beautiful 14-foot racing boat, a bit wide in the middle, but steered like a dream. I had named it 'Selkie'.
Unfortunately, it was housed at my mother's house. I was under the impression that it was my boat, due to my mother and stepfather telling me that it was mine, due to the fact that I was the one fixing it, maintaining it, and sailing it.
Yesterday, I went to get what was mine, and was told that it never was mine, that what I had been told was all lies and illusion.

Sometimes you have to let go of what you love, and just let it slide away from you into the distance, never to be seen again.


  1. Im sorry to hear this.

    If I were a wealthy man, you would have not only a new boat of you choice, but your own French horn.

    Love you,

    Grandpa V.

  2. Aww! It's okay, Gramps! What you do for me is plenty!

  3. Thanks, but there is much more I would like to do. After all, you're the only Aurora we have--and grandparents are supposed to spoil their gandkids!