I was there when you died a handful of yards from where I stood on the most perfect of days
I now stand on a seaside boardwalk reciting your names reading thumbnail bios you liked the sun, sea, surf and shore you deeply loved your family and carried this place within you as a sacred sanctuary
But for that awful day I would not know you
The day that bowed Trinityβs holy spires the clattering commotion the destructive noise tumbling, collapsing, splintering our civic civility consuming you dashing many seashore dreams
Yet your love was not consumed in the flames of acrimony
Your names forged in bronze etched on boards written in sand
nursed in wounded hearts of those you loved and blithely spoken by a lifting chorus of ever present waves