It is with great sadness that I bid farewell to another of the truly great men in sailing who passed away on 16th April.
Max will forever be remembered as a generous person; always with a kind word or piece of wisdom to impart, he was a great friend of my family and an inspiration in helping me pursue my dreams in sailing.
My heartfelt condolences go out to his family, crew, friends and all those whose lives have been enriched from the experience.
Sometime at eve when the tide is low, I shall slip my moorings and sail away, With no response to a friendly hail, In the silent hush of the twilight pale, When the night stoops down to embrace the day And the voices call in the water's flow. Sometime at eve when the tide is low, I shall slip my moorings and sail away. Through purple shadows that darkly trail O'er the ebbing tide of the unknown sea, And a ripple of waters to tell the tale Of a lonely voyager, sailing away To mystic isles, where at anchor lay The craft of those who had sailed before O'er the unknown sea to the unknown shore. A few who have watched me sail away Will miss my craft from the busy bay; Some friendly barques were anchored near, Some loving souls that my heart held dear In silent sorrow will drop a tear; But I shall have peacefully furled my sail In mooring sheltered from the storm and gale, And greeted friends who had sailed before O'er the unknown sea to the unknown shore.
The Unknown Shore by Elizabeth Clark Hardy