The sand is hot on my feet and the beach is welcoming as it always is on my island. I’m back where I feel the warm, velvet-like salt air and I feel her wrap her arms around me like an old friend’s hug.
I can see Lanai, a neighboring island across the ocean and the clouds are gathering as the afternoon moves along. Lanai is beginning to look like she’s wearing a hat of white, puffy clouds that will no doubt bring rain to her thirsty hills later today.
But it’s the ocean I’m concentrating on today. 7 years ago this afternoon, I was paddling out to sea to scatter Leroy’s ashes. His wish: my promise to him: granted on all levels.
That afternoon the wind was blowing so hard and I was paddling against the tide. The swells were strong, but I was so determined.
Today, I understand even more, the importance of fulfilling that request.