Ice creams and paddling, real sand sandwiches, laughter and pear drops holding tight to Grandma’s hand. Seaside memories, happy memories, privileged memories, safety, love, joy. Same sun, different view. Harsh whispers, strange tongues. Weary body, thread bare hope, desperate grasp, risks weighed, prayers said, ransom paid. A hush draped with worry. Lapping water. Salty spray. Distant cries. Curdling cry. Icy water wrapping around. Grasping. Seaweed. Cold. Dark. Solitude. No more memories of child or childhood. Mourned by strangers, loved by God, Cherished souls. Precious way beyond political price or glory. Jesus wept.