An Old Man’s Last Wave

Forget hospice. This is how I want to go.

When it’s time. Author Photo

My shriveled body is done but my smile thrives. Sometimes I remember friends and family and sometimes I don’t. All I talk about are waves. Everyone knows my stories better than me. Makaha, Honolua Bay, Peru, Portugal, Baja, and my home breaks in Oregon—I have miles of carving memories.