Whelve; to bury something deep, to hide.
It was time. I walked across the beach, wet with seaweed as the tide was coming in. Bringing my dad’s ashes back here was fitting. We had loved this beach as a family and there was special rock we had all ways sat on.
It was there I dug a deep, deep hole and hide him under the sand. I could have just thrown the ashes into the sea but I couldn’t let go that easily. At least here, I knew where he was.
Patting the sand back into place, I let the tears fall.
(Inspired by; https://rochellewisoff.com/2019/04/24/26-april-2019/ with thanks).
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I’ve seen several people do this along our beaches. I walk a wide loop, give them space.
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Wish I lived close to a beach!
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When the winds blow, and the waves crach, and every breath is salt-laden and cold. 🙂
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