February 13, 1999: Last will and testimony
I watched your eyes, each time we kissed—they reached to feel the tingles and shivers. Ashes to ashes, thrown out to sea—lost in the openness of two coasts that seemingly meet. The wind blown hair covers the tear stained eyes of the daughter who knew us all to well.
She is heard whispering while blinding the visions I once painted. “My life now takes me to Carmel by sea, then a dance in the open waters off the shore of Santa Barbara.” It would be there our music would play…two separate waves, side by side—slow dancing, fingertip to finger tip. A spiritual journey, an openness only Jenny could see. Turning to face the wind blown shore, where the mountains kiss the waves—our little girl embraces the warmth…of two people in love.