Maybe life was an ocean. And again, as on Kaua’i, it came to me that my life experiences were like a series of beaches, with the characteristics of them—and of me—changing according to which beach I encountered.
I had no idea what to do with these thoughts. Had I spent too much time alone on Kaua’i? And here I was again, alone, thinking weird thoughts.
Perspective. It pared away the unimportant, and what was left was your own set of priorities.
To Ocean I whispered my thoughts as they came to me, almost like prayers.
"Neil, I wish I had told you how much you meant to me. I wish I’d thanked you for always looking out for me, and for Nina, for always being there for us. I wish I’d paid more attention to who you were.
"Gram, I wish I’d paid more attention to you. I wish I’d asked you mor
