A Belated Message to the Late Capt. Phil Harris
You're a different kind of Captain now. You steer the boat--tip it back upright when it tilts dangerously to the side; push the throttle so the waves rush away from the boat, not towards it; pluck your sons and friends from the sea like you would with a crane; laugh with them when they need it; lean against them when they need something to keep them standing; whisper advice in their ears--they will hear you; and watch over them.
Forever be their Guardian of the Bering Sea.
To the Family & Friends of Capt. Phil Harris:
Though you cannot see him, or touch him, he is still there with you. Instead of watching over you from the wheelhouse, he's watching over you from just a little higher up--or maybe right next to you. It may seem unlikely now and feel like just a bunch of bull, but you will see it. He will make his presence known. He was dedicated to you, his sons, his friends, his boat, and that didn't end when he transitioned from this earthly plane. On the contrary, his dedication has increased ten-fold. Now, he has the strength and ability to do things his physical body could not accomplish.
Still, it will take some time for the anguish to diminish and hope to regain strength within you. With the knowledge that he did not actually leave you (which you will only come to realize over time) will make that pain fade, and content will once again fill your souls. He loved and cared about everybody on the Cornelia Marie. Why would he ever abandon you to the cold, cruel Bering Sea?