07 Jun Trish

Trish and I inherited a cottage at Lake George, NY.

It’s serene, our place to unwind: no laboratory, no testing schedules or reports—just us.

We would get up early, sit together, and watch the sunrise burn away the fog over the lake. These were special moments, but sometimes bittersweet as well.

Her father passed away here several years ago. He had a heart attack while swimming out to his sailboat moored in the bay. It was a very sad time.

A few years later, the Totem began coming with us. By this time, Trish was comfortable with it. She would watch the Totem stand in the water right where her father died, wondering if it could feel his spirit in the lake.

One morning, she was up before I was. She walked to the shore, still in her nightdress, and waded into the lake. She laid down wanting to feel that connection, like the Totem does, to know beyond knowing.

I waited a while before going out to her.