Commencing prep-work for the tower’s coating in 2014, Gray and I arrived in South Addison for our lift out to Nash. John Page met us and said, “I don’t know how to process this but Oscar died last night.” We had stopped at Oscar’s the previous evening to pick up the pressure washer. “A rough day on the water,” was all he had said. He died moments after we left.
Oscar was the driving heart of FNIL. Our shock and grief instantly transmuted to an urge to work, so John took us out to the lighthouse and we set to. All day, we felt Oscar out there, on the water and around the tower; our perceptions were a little sharper, our burdens a little lighter.
As dusk approached, we rowed the dinghy across to Big Nash and Alf Wakeman’s cabin (formerly Jenny’s) where we were staying. We poured wine, sat out on the deck and attempted to catch up with what happened and to assess where we were. A few moments later gazing at the tower, this occurred.