February 12, 2005

The poignant end to a long day.

February 11, 2005

On Friday, a cold wind blew off the sea. A light rain fell from the dark clouds that hugged the ground. And, in a moment alone, my hero broke the shackles that bound him to earth and slipped into eternity.

I walked quietly with my sister down the coast and watched the seas mirror the turmoil of my soul. And as I watched the waves crash, a hymn came to mind: "when sorrows like sea billows roll, it is well, it is well with my soul..."