May 2010
1 post
Fourteen Years Ago
I think it may be one of the most vivid memories I have. I can still smell the salty air, feel the strong ocean breeze whipping my hair, and hear the ocean just a few feet from me. I had fled the small church just moments earlier. I was overwhelmed. I looked up at the sky, but realized how futile the action was when my eyes were full of tears, so I dropped to my knees in the soft sand and buried...
