A Father-Son Trip of a Lifetime
This was a terrible idea. Three days into what could be a 20-day ocean crossing, and hes bleeding everywhere. My fathers blood looks young and vital, smeared on the white hull. But my father is not young. The blood pools beneath his papery skin. How fragile is he really? It was nearly a year earlier that I had suggested we sail across the Atlantic. My father had been depressed, unsure what to do with himself....