That light at the end of the tunnel?
19 September 2014 | Bahia del Sol, El Salvador
Dan- hot and tropical
Sometimes that light is a train
Hurricane Odile-while we made the decision to leave the relative comfort and our friends in Mexico to dodge hurricane season in El Salvador, our lives were changed in ways we couldn’t foresee by Hurricane Odile.
Sitting here watching our nightly storms, some with horrendous lightning and powerful winds along with tropical rains, knowing that they are simply the seeds of bigger things to come is humbling.
Our hearts are broken over the loss of dreams symbolized by the vessels aground in La Paz. Our hearts are broken over the damage to a town we called home. Most of all, our hearts are broken over the loss of one of the voices of La Paz.
Gunther is gone. While some make platitudes of heaven, and others (like me) attribute passing to a voyage to Fiddlers Green, the simple fact is we lost someone we respected and valued. We will continue to enjoy our memories of the Friday radio net, we will enjoy the memories of the Sunday morning storytelling, and we will simply enjoy those memories and try not to tear up at the same time.
The cruising community is just that, a community. A small village that sends it’s denizens far afield yet makes the world smaller with each passage. A loss of one of our own is particularly striking, and this is why we bond so strongly in a short period of time. Saying good-bye is nearly unheard of, but “so long”, or “see you down the path” are very common.
So sadly and with a piece of our hearts gone- Goodbye Gunther.