It Matters. It Really Does.

Two days ago, a direct-mail piece showed up in our mailbox. It was a fundraising appeal from the organization for which my daughter and her husband had been full-time volunteers for a year, up until not long before the accident. They were on the sailing crew that maintained and operated the organization’s small fleet of tall ships and worked hands-on with at-risk kids who came aboard to learn teamwork through sailing. It was also the organization that provided the ship that my daughter and her crew took out to sea to have a memorial and ash-scattering ceremony befitting one of their own, the sailor that my son-in-law was and that my daughter still is at heart.