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etched in my mind. I talked to her often and if there was ever a decision that had to be made I pretended to ask her for advice. I was deeply depressed but I held it together at least on the outside. On the inside, I was in a thousand pieces, each one of them looking for itself on the floor to piece back into a sensible jigsaw.
     
    I spent a lot of time with her parents, I think we were all trying to hold onto her for as long as we could but then we slowly started to drift apart. It happened naturally and no-one suffered as a result. Everyone remembers their first love; for me, she was my only love. It was years before I even attempted to date another woman, but I never entered a serious relationship after Amber.
     
    Life went on but I seemed to be living mine under a raincloud. I wasn't a negative person, quite the opposite, but it felt like the sunshine wasn't quite reaching me, I had to wait a long time before that cloud passed.
     
    Two months after Amber's sudden death, we lost my father. Like Amber's it was sudden, but my Father had known he was ill for some time, it seemed he had spared us the pain of his terminal cancer, opting for a 'normal' last few months as the doctors had diagnosed. It was an extremely difficult time for both my mother and me, so having the boat's restoration to occupy my mind was a Godsend, I was so thankful for the distraction and if it hadn't been for that I may have lost sight of the future. My mother was also suffering in silence and this worried me. She wouldn't open up, preferring to bottle up her feelings and deal with her grief alone. We didn't do a very good job of managing our grief, but we supported each other. My mother is a strong woman and after pulling herself out of the black hole of her grief, she was able to throw in a rope to help haul me back out as well, we did it together and I'm very proud of us.
     
    My father's boat became my savior. As I stood back and admired the final laboring effort that had gone into her makeover, it only seemed right that when I took the brush my father used to scribe my mother's name onto its hull I chose to change it. Her new name became 'Amber Rose.' Tears of sadness, pride and grief poured from my heart as I painted each letter, but as I finished the very last one, I was slightly comforted that Amber would always be with me, wherever I traveled.
     
    Amber's parents were of course delighted and touched that I'd decided on that particular name, they were still in mourning and I suppose whenever a parent loses a child the pain never stops but they seemed comforted that their daughter's much too brief life had been filled with love and admiration.

CHAPTER TWO – AN EMPTY VESSEL
     
     
    After our first year together, when Amber and I were busy planning the life we already knew we would spend together, we dreamed of starting our own chartering business; but we realized one of us would need to provide a steady income while we grew our business so we wouldn't have to touch the trust fund my father provided. That was for our future family. We decided I would go to the local community college to pursue a two-year degree in business management and because the primary industry in the area was fishing, I was able to gear my education toward the type of business I wanted to build with my future wife. While I was in school, Amber began her four-year degree at the university over a hundred miles away. She refused to move closer to school, so she commuted three days a week, staying overnight with a friend while she pursued her degree in early childhood education. She wanted to be a teacher because she loved children, but also because she wanted her summers free to spend with me out on the sea, running our chartering business during the peak of the season when she knew I would need her help. It was a perfect plan that never came to fruition in the way I had hoped, but I decided not long after her death that I would continue to pursue our dream for