the entire time we spent at the beach, eli kept talking about how he wanted to catch a fish. i told him i'd look around, but in the absence of nets, poles, spears, masks, sonar, traps, or dynamite, i didn't feel our chances were very good. but like a page out of rhonda byrne's "the secret", eli was able to will this small fish up on the shore, which fully occupied his attention for the rest of the day. (the fish, by the way, was "napping" the entire day we spent with him.) it being our lsat day on the beach, i began to realize that i needed to lay the ground work for the fish not accompanying us on the flight home, or be prepared for a seven hour stratospheric temper tantrum. after some heated deliberation on the matter, we consented to bury our aquatic associate in the sand, so that we could continue to play with him the next time we returned.
so next time you're in waikiki, just keep clear of 21° 16' 48.36" x -157° 50' 12.12" - we're coming back.
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by the way, i recognize that bames wished the fish not to be mentioned in a public format. it was he who oversaw the burial, and for having four very young attendees, it was a surprisingly solemn and dignified event. (until scott tried to dig up the corpse immediately afterward.)
nevertheless, i feel that we shouldn't let the pain of parting rob us the fondness of reminiscence.
You might be right, Will. Seeing that photo of Penelope paying her respects reminds me of when I myself was allowed to pet the fish one last time before saying goodbye. It's vacation memories like those that really end up bringing a family together.
P.S. In Scott's defense, which one of us hasn't tried to dig up a corpse at the end of a funeral? I think it is only human nature to be a little curious.
May he now find the peace that eluded him in the hours after his death.
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