Moonrise On the Beach
As I was leaving the beach, a man approached me in the parking lot. “Excuse me,” he said, “but what is the occasion? A wedding?” I told him that it was a memorial service. “A memorial service?” he asked, somewhat incredulous. I was slow to catch on. He somehow thought that the people standing on the cliff and the revelers below on the sand were of one celebration. “And you hired a band for a memorial service?”
I quickly straightened him out. When I was trying to listen to the poetry being read in honor of our friend, I felt it was too bad that the band had to be playing at that particular moment but later I thought about the two events going on simultaneously, the celebration of a life lost and the spontaneous celebration of life and the sea. It seems to me Arturo would have enjoyed watching the revelry below us. I can just see him smiling. His life was like a beautiful sonata, softly crescendoing, quietly receding, his words still with us after he has left.