Revisiting Childhood Memories: A Trip to Washington Island

It was a breezy and cloudy June morning as I made my way through Door County traffic. My best memory was driving up here was when I was about 10 head dangling out the window as the wind blew in my face. As I drove through the small towns I saw the rustic houses, cute cafes, and pedestrians enjoying their day. I drove a little farther and suddenly saw the great and sparkling blue Lake Michigan and the ferry dock where I would soon be boarding. This would be my 100th time on this boat going to Washington Island, but I knew would still get the same sick feeling. I slowly approached the ticket booth, purchased my two-way ticket, and pulled onto the boat. It was a windy day and the waves were splashing high on the side of the ferry. I got out of

My family had owned a cabin on the island for many years, it was tradition to go up in the summer. We enjoyed the sunsets, bonfires, and swimming. My mother died about a month ago, she hadn't been sick long, but the doctor said it was serious. For the past 10 years, my mother was the only one who came to the island. My siblings and I always made the excuse that we didn't have time. I had my busy schedule working in Chicago and could never get away from it, but that’s alright because my job is the most important thing to me. The island was my mom's favorite place to go, to sit on the back porch and read for hours, watch, the sunsets every night, and wake up to the sound of birds chirping right outside her window. I hadn't seen my siblings for a long time until my mom died. They all have families of their own now. I was assigned the job to come up to the island and to sort out cabin that will eventually be sold. None of us had the time to come up as much as my mom did and none of us liked it as much as her now that we led lives of our own. We decided the best plan was to sell