Kelly Rhea
Teaching me to swim by throwing me in the water was terrifying. I pushed up from the sand just long enough to grasp for air, slowly making my way toward the shallow end. I remember watching you glide across the water in the late afternoon sun, being scared of you and in awe. (You dove in to save another child, scraping your chest on the sand?) Were you watching me struggle from a place you could have plucked me up? My sisters took turns hanging onto your shoulders as you swam around. I shook my head because I didn't trust you. For years I was afraid of water but now I can feel your spirit there, floating and swimming in the afternoon sun. I just didn't know then that you cared enough to let me fight for my life --- to know I could, but wouldn't let me drown. I love you Dad.

