Easdale island: a place dear to my heart

I'll copy this video here, because it brings a tear to mine eye.

My relationship with Easdale island goes back many years, through a close friendship with another ‘Down’s Syndrome Dad’ first made on the UK DS email list - in the days before Facebook was even a thing.
Since then ‘Max’ and I - and our families - bonded, but then his son ‘Brian’ tragically died in a drowning accident.
We kept in contact, and made regular visits.

’Max’ - a brilliant engineer - always had an eye for the ladies, and after a couple of torrid love affairs, finally moved away from the island to a new home with someone else’s wife. They had been conducting a relationship in a village the size of a postage stamp - as any sensible person knows, this does not end well.
But it was precisely that wild side that I liked about ‘Max’: he refused to be defined by convention. Sure, he also caused some significant hurt, but I think we can all accept that human beings just don’t like being nailed into a marital box for life.
I last saw him shortly before he died of cancer… and then at his funeralby Loch Lomond, attended by at least two of his ‘significant others’
But …
When I see the dolphins from any boat around Easdale island, I know he - and his son - are still around with us, just in a new, free-form.

https://fb.watch/dsRuMQ_9fm/