The boy felt the waves crash against his feel. He felt the wet sand beneath him shift to create a mold around his feet. He felt the summer breeze blow against his face, causing his short hair to ripple. He breathed deeply as he recalled the memories he made with his father. In the short time they had, he had certainly learned a lot, and grown a lot. His father bore him everywhere, and now he bore the legacy of his father.
He smiled at the crimson sunset. “It’s time to let go,” he whispered to no one in particular.
Time to let go of the pain.
Time to let go of the friends he had lost so long ago.
Time to let go of the grief of losing his father.
He would never forget them, ever. Just as his own son would never forget him. Just as his own son would never forget the pain of losing a loved one, of the pain of losing your only friend…
“Sand is so fun!” his son exclaimed.
“The fun fades with time,” Lucas warned. “I love snow much more. The less you see something, the more you appreciate it.”