She'd been unable to sing 'Amazing Grace' during the wedding service for the words had formed hands that choked her while a heady mix of emotion ensured they remained lodged in her throat.
Just a day later as she walked towards the ocean they came freely now. The wind ripping them from her lips the moment they formed, sprinkling them out at sea like confetti. She sang for herself, for her family, for loved ones gone too soon, for the release of emotion that bubbled up and threatened to engulf her.
The ebb and flow of the waves grounded her emotional unsteadiness and its ability to do so always surprised her. Memories formed a blanket around her shoulders. Not the irritating, itchy kind but warm, soft and snugly. She breathed deep and relaxed into them holding them tight.
Tears threatened to form but she wasn't ready to let them go. Now wasn't the time to dwell on loss, it was a time for celebration.
She wanted to stay but knew it was time to go. Taking in the sounds and smells she found herself taking mental pictures as she sighed wistfully. This place had a hold on her, interwoven with her soul. No matter the distance she would always return.