The Golden Boy and the Cruel Sea

My friend is golden. His hair is sun bleached straw and his lean, long limbs are the color of white bread toast. Until this week, his life has been sunlit. A surfer,biker and snowboarder, he is a child of the elements and happiest when outdoors.

This week, he went swimming at the beach in North Carolina where a riptide robbed him of his new wife and unborn baby. He will live, but for now there is no sunshine. It is particularly cruel that this unimaginable loss was forced by the sea. In water, where he loves to be, he is like a golden Sea God. At a terrible price, he has found that no one rules the waves.

We heard the news yesterday and all of us ache for him. We are all reminded that life and luck are fleeting, and that we have less power than we know. All around is darkness and stillness. When the time is right, we will help him back towards the light.

About Liz Barron

US Peace Corps Volunteer in Armenia. Permanent address in Washington DC. Deep roots in Northern Ireland and persistent Belfast accent. Blogger,cook, mother, grandma, Scrabble-player and enthusiastic world traveler.
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One Response to The Golden Boy and the Cruel Sea

  1. ……….toward the Light.

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