I knew a man who lived by the sea.
His wife had died in childbirth many years ago, and he spread her ashes and his child’s in the ocean.
He built a house by the sea so he would never leave their side.
He didn’t swim in the ocean anymore after that. He didn’t do much of anything.
But his house was filled with shells and sea glass, sharks’ teeth and worn pieces of wood.
“Gifts from my wife and child brought to me by the current.
Each trinket filled with a tiny piece of their love. And my house is full of their love.”