The Burial and the Birth

        On the day my father was buried family and friends gathered at the Nut Plains cemetery in a torrent of wind and rain.  Most of the day had been over cast and drizzling, but when the time came for the ceremonial gathering the skies began to gush and the wind blew thrashing tree limbs.  Down at Sachem Head the Long Island Sound turned murkier than usual casting an eerie dusk illuminating glow.  Waves crashed into shore sending spay ten to twelve feet inland, nearly washing out the beachfront road.  The following day was brilliantly calm, warm and sunny.  Strangely, the entire Bloody Cove beach had been rearranged.  Once sandy from end to end it became rocky rubble on one end and a sand dune at the other.  The explosive storm waters completely rearranged the landscape overnight.  Was this act of nature pure coincidence, what was mother nature trying to say.  I thought back five months, the weather once again landed its voice; only this time it marked the arrival of great soul.  

 

MGW

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