Monday, April 25, 2011
REFLECTION FROM OLD GREENWOOD COVE
“No,” she replied in a whisper, squeezing back. “Just sad.”
“Sad?” we asked.
“Yes, sad.” There was a moment of hesitation, then: “Sad that it all happened so quickly.”
Quizzical looks. “What happened so quickly, Mom?”
Now, no hesitation: “Life.”
NEARLY FIVE YEARS elapse. Truly only moments. From a bluff above the ocean, I listen to the tide break and watch it wash over a tiny beach strewn with drift.
The words of the mother resonate.
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