Day 140

Still feeling raw about the sailing club. I just can't shake the anger that I have over how they have mismanaged things since Damian died. It all boils down to one simple fact: they have done nothing to honor him or preserve his legacy. 

I did the math today. Damian was a presence at the club from age 6 to 15 3/4. Almost a full decade!. From the time we joined the club in 2012 until his death at the end of 2021, Damian spent a LOT of time there. Not just showing up to play in the lake time either. He was there for training, regattas, series events, social events, etc. For the last 3 years, almost all of his racing was against other adults. And to this day, there has not been one mention of him in any club or fleet correspondence. Nothing. No outreach to me or Dawn to see what the club can be done to honor him. 

While I'm trying desperately to preserve his memory for as long as possible, it appears the members of the sailing club have already moved on or just forgotten him. It is so binary that I can't help but feel this was intentional. (People can't be this clueless. Can they?) If that's true, does that mean people didn't like him? Seems unlikely given how well liked he was everywhere else. Maybe it's that people don't like me or Dawn. Or maybe they don't like all 3 of us. Regardless the reason, it hurst my feelings and makes me angry. 

I loved my son. Why can't they? 

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