This mornings hangover was brightened by the sunrise. Even though I missed the real light show I thought to myself that today would be a good day. The surf was up a little as the direction swings more east and it was offshore. On my travels around I was hurrying along as I wanted to get wet when I bumped into a friend at the Alley. He gave me some dreadful news that a Palmy guy called Beaver was dead. Suicide, last night. While I was never a close friend of him, loads of times I had a beer with him here or there and watched him slide into many many waves with a smile on his face. He had his problems (we all do) and they finally got the better of him. After hearing the news I went for a surf at the Alley and as I jumped off the rock this bigger set rolled through and as the tide was high I was too far out to catch any of them. I sat there for 25 mins waiting for the next one. I thought a lot about Beaver. I only surfed with him the other week. Could I have said something to have helped him?? Who knows.. I like to talk and listen. I only wish that he could have known there were ears there for him. Suicide…. I hate the word, I hate the thought and I hate everything about IT!!! To all his family and friends that I know are grieving right now, my heartfelt condolences. I heard there is a paddle-out on Thursday at 9.00am at 25th ave Palmy.. I will confirm that later in the week.
Beavs, I hope you are in a better place than what you thought here was for you. I silently shouted for you on a set this morning…. and it was a good one!