For those of you who don't know, I love the beach. It's where my soul goes to relax. There isn't a worry in the world that half hour on the beach won't fix. Even with all the sand getting in the kids everythings, the salt water stinging skin or me yelling at the kids to "put the jelly fish down - how would you like it if a jelly fish picked you up and collected you in a bucket?".
My favourite type of beach though is a hot, blissfully blue, crystal clear, calm, sandy, white beach. Enough adjectives for now.
I am amazed how it can still be so peaceful even when the sound from the roaring ocean is deafening. The waves stronger than any force I can think of. I don't think there is a metaphor I can use. Those oceans, the powerful ones that you wouldn't dare swim in, deserve respect. Fair dinkum Mother Nature at her finest.
You don't mess with Mother Nature. You don't swim in that powerful ocean because common sense knows better. We swim between the flags because the beaches are safe. Well....most the time.
My dad was swimming between the flags. On a surf beach. So a beach that is somewhere in between the two contrasting descriptions above. THAT beach changed our lives forever.
There is a long, long story that slots in right about here.
The short version is, he swam, chest deep, got "dumped" by a wave, became a quadriplegic, no movement ever again from the neck down, then got very sick, and never recovered, and passed away, way too young, around 9 years after that day at the beach.
It'such a sad, sad time losing someone you love.
I have to admit, even when you don't know the person, it is sad. I have been to a few funerals where I didn't even really know the person, but more went out of respect for a friend. I'm all good, keeping it together, then it's the darn photo montage with music that gets me, and I become some sort of blubbering mess that has snot running faster than Usain Bolt.
When it's you who has lost, the support from family and friends is so important. And when you come out of that darkness that never really goes away (it just gets easier with time), you feel there is no way to thank them for their kind words, thoughts and support.
Now let's bring this back to stationery.
You can thank them, take a look at the bereavement stationery range in store. A kind little note card that has a message printed to simply say - Thank You. Custom design is also available for these cards, and for funeral booklets too.
Life is short, live it well. I still love the beach.
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