This post was written 2/11/11....don't know why it never got published.


When is the moment when a wave has left the shore? How can you draw a line in the ever changing sands upon which the water crosses again and again? You can see them coming, you can feel them crashing upon you, and you watch them pull away.

When the people very close to you pass on, I think part of you dies too. It's like the waves, each little molecule of water connected, pulling each other, seperate yet the same. That is the natural cycle, that is how we can learn not to fear death, as long as those we have loved strongly have passed before us, part of us is already on the other side.