When my dad died, we sponsored a bench in South Haven in my dad's memory. And every year when we go there, it is comforting to find his bench. Sometimes it moves (they pull them in during the winter) but for the past 3 or 4 years, it has been here, in the same spot.
No matter where it is, it always seems that it is in the perfect location. A spot that my dad would have been found sitting himself. I thank God for that. It is comforting. This is the view from his bench. Gorgeous. It looks right down the harbour where all the boats come in and out.
And if your turn to the left, this was the view on this particular day. The kids brought bread to feed the ducks and the seagulls. Seagulls are demanding little creatures- just sayin.
It seems unreal that he has been gone for 9 years. My first picture with this bench- Allyson was a year old. And now look at us.
I would rather have my dad here with us. But since he isn't, I like that there is a bench in his favorite place on the earth with his name on it.