to stare death in the face and say yes, it was i who was ready for you, not the other way round to know what it is to hold both apprehension and eagerness for each day in the palm of each hand
to have heard the sound of waves on the sand at an early age and never quite forget the sound of the ocean's voice to be able to know in the depths of one's soul that life has been lived breathing the sea-salt air that fills a pelican's lungs
is to be ready when death knocks, cold-faced and stone-hearted as usual and to live with the knowledge that life has been breathed to its fullest - to let the tides carry you home - to belong eternally with the song of the sea.