THE KIDS and grandkids have been at the island
ALL WEEK THE KIDS and grandkids have been at the island. Boating and swimming and knee-boarding and tubing and fishing (10lb northern! 23” walleye! Six-year-old’s first perch!!!) A new grand-dog bounding and bouncing around the island (No leash! I can go wherever I want!! Cats!!!) Board games and visiting and joking and laughing. Good night and good morning hugs. It was been fun and wonderful and exhausting and perfect. A great relief from focusing on the travails of the country and its outlaw regime.
But now, in one last flurry of activity, everyone is gone—except Grandma/Opa and Grandad/Opa. And it is desperately sad and lonely.
Every place—no matter how beautiful—is made more beautiful, more filled with meaning, by the people you share it with, and the love that is gathered there. And the memories long-remembered or just being made. Nothing can make Kathy and me happier than hearing from young ones, “Fawn Island is my favorite place in the whole world!”
And knowing we have made a place for just such feelings and memories will get us through till next time.
Almost.
