You probably read the title and thought "click bait!!", but unfortunately it's true. One week ago today, I almost died.
I thought about not sharing this story, but it seemed crazy to go on with business as usual without at least acknowledging what happened last week. I was home visiting Massachusetts from Asheville for the weekend to be with my family. It was my dads first birthday since he passed away in April. Ironically, his celebration of life was at Mass Maritime just minutes from where our boat nearly sank in Buzzards Bay and the mouth of the Cape Cod Canal.
Please do not read on if you are offended by strong language (aka- the F word) or bad grammar.
My brother wanted to take us out on his boat and bring us to Martha's Vineyard for the day to honor our father. I'm not a fan of speed boats and I had texted my fiance in the morning that I was scared and didn't want to go, but I was going because my older brother was trying to do something nice for us and I knew how much it meant to him. My father had loved being on the boat with my brother.