Wheeling Gull Isle Eulogy

“Maybe you should have mourned. Nothing’s been the same since,” a breath bursts from his throat. He stares numbly ahead at the breakers on the horizon.

If grandma returned, would she come back whole? Or would the sea also strip her of sanity?

“Sorry,” tears prick at his eyes but he blinks them back. He looks at Mal, hesitating. His brother was so different now. Sharper; broader; but his eyes still looked out at the world with the selfsame strength. His cheek falls heavy upon his twin’s identical silver shoulder.

“Dinah left... I'm going too. I have to go find mom and Ava,” he tells him, "I'm going to ask John to take me." Silently his eyes asked the question- was he coming?