Worseday
Dearest,
The first time that I went to the beach as a little boy, I had never seen an ocean before, I spent the day building sandcastles. Late in the day the ocean came back and washed all my sandcastles away. I was very upset. On our way home I told my father that I was never going to build sandcastles again. My dad just laughed and said something to the effect that “Yes you will, because when a kid goes to the beach that’s what a kid does, but you won’t be so surprised when the ocean takes back the beach because that’s what the ocean does.”
Someone asked the question, “Is there really an after life”? I’ve been thinking about that. I’m thinking does it matter? For you the struggle is over, whether you’ve gone to another world, another plane of existence, or nowhere at all, your pain is gone. The struggles are done for you. The litany of daily disappointments and frustrations are no more. Your pain is ended, your troubles are no more.
We, the living, we must go on. Each new day dawns with the hope that today something will go right, something will work itself through. Today perhaps we’ll be happy, if only for a little while. We are left to struggle along as best we can without our love and soul mates. We are better for having known you. We are happier for having laughed in the sunshine with you. We are wiser for having loved you in the darkness. Your love and kindnesses are with us still. We are better people for having loved you. Life is a challenge, people are difficult, but it does proceed as it will. We continue to build our sand castles on the beach because that’s what life does. The ocean of time washes them away because that’s what the ocean does. What will be, will be.
Till the snow stops falling, and the wind stops blowing, Your Ken
The first time that I went to the beach as a little boy, I had never seen an ocean before, I spent the day building sandcastles. Late in the day the ocean came back and washed all my sandcastles away. I was very upset. On our way home I told my father that I was never going to build sandcastles again. My dad just laughed and said something to the effect that “Yes you will, because when a kid goes to the beach that’s what a kid does, but you won’t be so surprised when the ocean takes back the beach because that’s what the ocean does.”
Someone asked the question, “Is there really an after life”? I’ve been thinking about that. I’m thinking does it matter? For you the struggle is over, whether you’ve gone to another world, another plane of existence, or nowhere at all, your pain is gone. The struggles are done for you. The litany of daily disappointments and frustrations are no more. Your pain is ended, your troubles are no more.
We, the living, we must go on. Each new day dawns with the hope that today something will go right, something will work itself through. Today perhaps we’ll be happy, if only for a little while. We are left to struggle along as best we can without our love and soul mates. We are better for having known you. We are happier for having laughed in the sunshine with you. We are wiser for having loved you in the darkness. Your love and kindnesses are with us still. We are better people for having loved you. Life is a challenge, people are difficult, but it does proceed as it will. We continue to build our sand castles on the beach because that’s what life does. The ocean of time washes them away because that’s what the ocean does. What will be, will be.
Till the snow stops falling, and the wind stops blowing, Your Ken
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