She waited for me where the white caps nestled, their heads shaded by the aged wood planks. My hair blew in circles trying to whip my eyes, my cheeks, catching itself in the corners of my mouth. It was a blustery day on Washington’s rugged Pacific coast, no rain, just sea spray, cool air, and at least one warm heart.
He never told us why. Just put the boulder on his heart and pulled the trigger. Sending not just him but all of us out to sea. We didn’t expect it. But sometimes people are sad. And sick. And they forget how to live. Forget how to find joy.
In time, we found a way to live in joy for him. We connected. When we wouldn’t have. We spoke and laughed and filled our eyes with tears. When we wouldn’t have. The rain had new flavor. The flavor had new rain. His tragedy still lingered but like sprouted wheat, his gifts grew. For out of everything, I once believed, seeps a little joy. And if I held tight, it would come back to me.
Death…a musing on the beauty of life?
An unveiling of the disbelief, the avoidance, the pretending it never happens, to each the all of us, reveals the why. Energy cannot be created or destroyed. Not even death can carry your essence from me. You teach me to feel. More. To be human. Always. To remember the magic of my every day and to share that joy. Often.
A lovely heartfelt hug on a wind-whipped day at sea is a memory I will never forget, a memory Rob gave to me. And now, I have a new friend. Her name is Andrea. This is the beginning of our story. The story of how energy transformed and magic grew. Not from something beautiful or even kind. From Tragedy.