All of a sudden, in our sun kissed rose wine infused existence on the beach, a crowd appears. They were there, all with a flower in hand. They seemed somber but serene. They all walked to the ocean, dropped their flower, said a word – or didn’t. Talked to each other. And then they were gone.
Who were you, Marcy? Old, young, tall, short, funny, serious, smart, kind – who knows, and it doesn’t matter. All these people were there to say bye to you. It was so beautiful.