I first visited Grand Marais in 1996. I was only 9 years old at the time, but I still remember walking along the breakwall and enjoying the harbor with Sandy, a dear family friend who was dying of ovarian cancer. We were on a pilgrimage of sorts, travelling to her favorite places as she showed me and my Mom where she wanted her ashes scattered.
Last June 18, it seemed my ashes mixed with hers, crashing against the rocks. I felt battered and broken. It was no longer a place of repose.
But that has changed again for me. I have received an outpouring of support and encouragement from so many who have shown me the heart of this harbor community. I am grateful for your outreach and the many emails sent to me offering hope, belief and compassion. I am inspired and deeply moved by your selfless acts of kindness. I want you to know that you are helping me heal and restoring my belief in the inherent goodness of people. Thank You.