To whoever finds this message in a bottle,
If found please forward by post to...
Kathleen N. Westchester
456 Surrey Rd.
It’s been exactly nine years and 53 days since God saw fit to place me in my current situation, removed from my home and loved ones, placed on this island of cactus and sand, my Island Forgot. I’ve adapted quite well, I must say, ingeniously providing myself with the basic necessities and even some luxuries as well. But yet, I still miss my home - I miss my wife - I miss England. It’s lonely in this place - my Island Forgot. These messages thrown into the sea are my only hope, they give me strength, and enable me to carry on.
I ask you to forward this because my main hope is that these letters taken from my soul will reach my wife - Kathleen. I’m quite familiar with the currents and trade winds at this latitude and know this is indeed possible. She could very well read these words, sitting in our apartment in San Francisco, in three weeks time - this is what I tell myself - this is what I know can be true. So I write to her and it is public - all can see. But this reassures me, my love is for all to see. My prayer is that she is among them. This is for her...
My dearest Kathleen, you are the love of my life, my memories of you have been my only reason for getting up in the morning - my daily bread - my bedtime story. I wish I could be there to stare into your beautiful blue eyes like I did every day for a painfully short 5 years - eyes so deep and wise - loving and kind, yet strong and determined. Traits you have passed on to our two children. It’s hard to believe I do not even know the name or gender of the child you were carrying when I left for sea. I wish I could have been with you, but a Captain goes where he is told to go. I hope it was and uneventful birth and that you are both well. Say hello to Oscar and give him all my love. I miss all of you and think of you every day.
I write to you with faith, for I know you are a vibrant young woman, faith that you have not found a man to take my place, but I understand if you do. The world is a lonely place and one does what one has to do. My only wish is that you are safe, healthy, and happy. The rest I cannot worry myself over. For, worry keeps my mind off of my job, and that job is to be rescued from this Island Forgot and to be back in your loving arms and heart where I am meant to be. I promised to always love you and I always will. I long for you, I crave to hear the sound of your voice and the sweet soft touch of your lips. I long to be able to stare at you while you are sleeping. Your breathing is music to my ears - and the wind through the trees brings that music from you to my not so lonely Island Forgot home.
Words aren’t enough to describe what you mean to me
Words aren’t enough to describe what I mean to you.
Words cannot describe my eternal love for you.
Words cannot describe your eternal love for me.
And with that I say goodbye for the day - The sun is coming up and I must go now and start my daytime signal fire and check my traps for fish. May God be with you and please give my dear mother and sister all my love and tell them not to worry, for I am healthy, safe and making the best of a bad situation.
All my Love Forever and Forever,
Your beloved husband,
Reginald P. Westchester
just say yes!
meet Andy Ward King, a professional musician and artist until a diagnosis of parkinons dsease at age 49 forced him into an early retirement., he now uses his music, his art along with the whimsical world he has created in this blog as therapy to ( as he puts it ) outsmart his brain and make the daily battles with parkinson’s a little bit easier, to give him that all important reason to get up on the morning, to make his life worth living. Andy has learned how to say NO to gving up \ NO to depression and apathy \ NO to following willingly the road of decline that stretches before him. he learned that to say no to all of these things all one has to do is say yes. Andy has learned to just say YES to life/\\