Ingrid,
I'm sure this is where you sat. On that one last morning. That one last chance to dip your toes in the cold ocean. One last foot, covered with one last sand. The sand that covers everything it touches.
Here you sat with my coat coat wrapped tight around you. Wondering what's next. What comes after you close those pretty eyes for the last time?
Did you know? When you woke up that October morning, did you know it was your last chance? Did you figure that this was the day - that you'd better be sure to get down to your beach today? I remember I wanted to go with you - I could see something in your eyes and I feared you wouldn't come back, but you did. You came back with your peaceful smile on and you let me fix you a little lunch. Sliced grapes on saltines.
So here I sit in this same old coat, wondering over the grace you brought. How did you get there? How did you learn? Was there someone to tell you what to say? Was there someone to tell you what to bring along? What to remember? What to hold close?
Your lonesome beach. What did you learn on that last trip here? One more reminder. One more sunrise. One more kiss. One more love.
I miss you so.
-Adele