I told them to sit and wait and I will help them into the dingy, all of a sudden Mathew jumped up onto the side of the yacht above his Father below in the dingy, I made a grab for him shouting at him "not to be so stupid" which I regretted straight away, he was reduced to tears, Alice made to cuddle him and said "Grand-dad you shouldn't shout at him, he is only a little boy".
I felt a wave of remorse I put my arms around them both and said "I was sorry for shouting, it was just that I was fearful of them getting hurt and the sea is cold and deep should they fall in, please forgive me"?
I started to clean up, my bathroom was wet everywhere from their splashing about, and some how they needed 5 towels. I could still hear their giggles.
I was just taking my time and savouring the memory.
That night in bed I found a little note under my pillow from Alice and it went like this.
Once we have gone
we will miss you
lots and lots I am
sorry we came and
gone so early.
lots of love
Alice xx Mathew xx
the daddy part was scratched out and my son Paul's name inserted over it.
Isn't that sweet, for a memory? she is 14 years of age now.
Don't you just love them.