Sunset

I'm watching the sunset from a place I've arbitrarily chosen as the best in the area. I walked across a stretch to find the best place, but none were great. SO I'm sitting at the base of a lighthouse on Rottnest Island, watching the sun set over a wind farm.

Sunsets are supposed to be the bringer of calm and serenity: on my small search, I came upon a group of people on the beach, mid half-lotus; a man floating in the cool water, and a surfer with an acoustic guitar, strumming for the sea. Everyone is finding peace at this time but me, I'm sore, sunburned, have sand on my sunburn, furthering the irritation, but most importantly, my uncle Lindley has just passed away.

I reckon I should be grateful that I am watching the sun go down on this Indian Ocean paradise, but a big part of me wishes I was in Missouri, providing support for the family. Lindley has been a pillar of the family, entertaining us with his great stories, or even better, creating great stories for others to tell of him. I'm sure the Tiger's Basketball team felt a shudder today.

From what I heard, he went on his own terms, and that definitely helps me find peace knowing he went peacefully. Lindley has lived a long happy life, not that it makes things unsad, but it does help. This is a notebook blog I am writing, and by the time this is read, it may not be too relevant, but I extend my deepest sympathy to everyone and am extending a long-armed hug to all.

The sun has set and I still hear the distant guitar, maybe this can be my elegy for Lindley, knowing he is at peace like the sea.