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Swimming in the ocean north of the pier in Seal Beach, CA
Courtesy of http://www.welcometosealbeach.com/ |
Family legend has it that Dad so loved being in the water that when a seal was spotted out beyond the waves he swam out to see it. The seal was not scared and they swam and floated near each other for some time. being in the ocean waves. So it is no surprise that one of my fondest memories of Dad comes from when I was 4 or 5, long before I could swim. I waded out in the water with Dad with his strong arms helping me over and through breaking waves. At some point, though, I had to figure out how to stay above the surface of the water since even if the wave didn't break, there was a swell and I would find my face suddenly immersed in salt water. I wouldn't say that I was panicking yet, but I was getting frustrated and fearful even as I tried to show him how brave I was. When Dad saw that my efforts to keep up were making this into a struggle he pulled me close. He then gave me a beautiful lesson in how to relax and let the water do most of the work while exerting just the right amount of effort at the right time. I could feel his body as it tensed slightly just before a swell's arrival and then the slight acceleration as he pushed softly off the bottom and then the incredibly peaceful journey as we arced up and over the swell in perfect synchrony with the surface's topology. As he did this he gave a running commentary about what he was doing so I could understand what he was doing while he was moving in unison with the water.
As Dad walked out further and I followed him, the length of time my feet were touching sand shortened so that I was mostly following the arc of the swell so my head remained above the surface and my contact with the bottom was in staccato percussive contrast to the languid rising and falling of the swells. When I was no longer able to even reach the bottom with the tips of my toes between waves, he held me again, his 6'4" frame easily able to keep me safe and above the chaos of breaking waves and swirling water.
Even as I grew older, through his divorces and our fights, when I was with him I had a pre-conscious and underlying sense of being safe. And in my last visit with him, even as his body was failing him and he was struggling to stay alive long enough to see all of his children before he died, I again had that feeling of serenity and safety just by being near him.