A Father's Day Evening on Gardiner's Bay

Father’s Day for me was a sunset sail on Gardiner’s Bay. As the sunset evolved into a show of colors and light that only the Heavenly Father himself could compose, I stopped to think of how my dad really put up with all my B.S. as I did with own children’s, yet in the end everything becomes the glory of sunrises and sunsets forever.

It is so humbling while sailing in the evening to watch the day sky retire as the night sky gently drifts overhead. That night’s almost full moon and stars make their entrance as the bright colors of the last traces of daylight clung over a distant horizon in the west. It has a power that expands the soul.

I arrived on the East End as broken as a mirror crushed by a nasty fall. Slowly I pieced my life together with the help of so many kind local East Hampton folks. Eventually I was pieced together well enough to share the rest of my life by putting two feet into a relationship and now a marriage.

I owe it to the wonderfulness of Gardiner’s Bay. I always tell the East Hampton locals how lucky they are to call this magical place their hometown. As a guest I respect their need to preserve their hometown so that their great-grandchildren can enjoy its majesty the way their great-grandfathers did. Last night’s sky was all about that and so much more. I felt my dad, and all the other dads out there. They were with me quietly listening and feeling the gentle breeze moving my sails and sailboat.

All of our days are numbered, but our souls live forever and on Father’s Day I spent some time with the forever souls.