Dorwin is a man who shaped things.
On Sunday mornings my family sits beneath arched windows trimmed in fir that Dorwin's hands bent and bowed. The clear grain, the curves, are beautiful, but these lines are even lovelier as reminders of the lives he shaped.
My father's life was molded by this boatbuilder, this man whose hands changed the geometry of wood -- sharp angles into curves that would weather storms on our rivers and bays.
Dorwin and his bride were newlyweds with my grandparents. They have lived as neighbors for most of their lives and raised their families together, sharing church pews and picnics and camping trips. Their lives were connected at every turn, and my father speaks always of Dorwin with respect for his character. He talks about his integrity and the investment of time that Dorwin made in his life.
Thus, this quiet boatbuilder shaped my life. My father's integrity and gentleness and kindness were learned from fine teachers...and Dorwin is one.
Dorwin's quiet sparkle and low chuckle were a background to many milestones in my life, and the photo here was a snapshot taken at MyLinh's "welcome home" party. He and his family had driven an hour to share in yet another chapter of our story.
His granddaughter wrote to me yesterday, and Dorwin is failing. Cancer is claiming his slight frame, and the tears in my father's eyes last night were evident of grief...and thanksgiving for this man who helped to shape him.
I am thanking God for this man today, reminded of how quietly we shape those around us. May the result be beautiful.