When we left Edgartown I saw a sign saying Menemsha, and something in the deep dark recesses of my brain sparked.

 

 

To be honest, I didn’t even know why until I got there.

 

 

The art wasn’t familiar.

 

 

Neither were the warnings about jellyfish and nude bathing…. two things that should never be experienced together.

So while the husband made a new friend…

 

 

I walked around wondering why this particular place had called to me.

 

 

Wind?

Just a wee bit…

 

 

It was a lovely spot.

 

 

And as I wandered…

 

 

I realized what I was doing.

 

 

I was walking in my late father’s footsteps.

 

 

He was an artist….. and had painted this very spot.

 

 

That’s why we were there.

 

 

Because all my life….. I’d seen the word Menemsha on a few of his paintings and never knew what it meant.

 

 

I lost my father when I was 15.

Much too young…

 

 

We missed so many things.

 

 

But for a moment, on this day….

 

 

He walked with me.

 

 

And my heart was full.