The way he looked at me when I wasnāt looking (I was talking to someone else in the photo). I was his one and only. He was mine. How he looked at me. Always.Ā
He took me to Poplar beach once, at the beginning. The sky was gray. The wind was cold and the tide was almost to the rocks. Ā Weāve been to Half Moon Bay at least twice after that -- Iāve never seen it like this. Beautiful, sunny, tide out but coming in quickly.Ā
Just like I never saw San Francisco sunny and 74 in March, when we got married.Ā
If I ever remembered anything about Half Moon Bay was that water was really, really cold.Ā
I took my autopsy boots just so I could go into the freezing cold water and feel the water, the sand, and him in my hands (with his related family yelling at me to get back) -- the ocean bit at me and I just laughed (still not soaked). I held him, and let him be taken from to make something new.Ā
