Friday, March 9, 2012
Forgive me for the sentimental journey, looking back at some pictures of good times we had with Ben. He loved water, as you will see. In the sea he would dunk his head underwater to catch the kelp I threw for him. He charged into the breakers to fetch, and tolerated Ted the corgi nipping at his shoulders as he tried to forge ahead. Ted looks for him, now. Up to two years ago he still went to the beach with us, and after that he grew too sore and stiff, afterwards. Lately he would go into the dining room, where my father has turned the huge old stinkwood table into his desk, and would put his head heavily on my father's knee. My father will miss that.
[Here is Vincent's tribute in pictures to Ben.]