Here we all gathered and people told stories of his childhood and fun stories. Denny had told me many stories of him growing up but the stories friends and family told made me realize where Ryan got all his habbits from. Denny liked to blow things up, as does Ryan. Denny loved the Island, as does Ryan. Everything seemed to match up. Like father like son. They both were crazy haha. Ryan and Lyndsay laid his ashes and covered it with a brick they found imprinted with him name.
After we all celebrated at the cabin with lots of crab, salads, pies, and wine. People got a little tispy and we left to get more crab. Btw I feel in love with crabbing. Its so much fun, just being in the boat is amazing. Words cant explain how much we miss Denny but he will always be with us and we will see him again. It was good it be around loving people. We love you.
Here is Baby Island. Its a quaint little thing but seems to be almost magical. The sand is made of crushed up shells and is almost pure white. Sea Otters come to the edge and greet you and the waves crash up against the rocks. Sometimes when you lift up a rock you can find all different kinds of sea life. I understand why Denny feel in love with the island as I did as well. Its hard to explain how relaxing it is there. Although I love the city I can see myself living there. :)
For your viewing pleasure fun pictures from the weekend.
View from the cabin.
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