Having pleasant memories of deceased loved ones before they die. A message scrunched and folded into a bottle and thrown into a deep green sea, seeing it floating but no one reaching out to pick it up.
Light green colored waters becoming blue as the day goes by and the sun sets. An Israeli blue and white flag flying half mast, remembering our loved ones now before they are dead, blowing them a kiss in the breeze over miles of sea water, sending them a message in a bottle.
Giving a helping hand, offering an elder a ride, pushing a wheelchair, singing out a song of sympathy to an elder who would rather be dead. Asking of her where will she be after death, and she replies "in your pocket always near to you always at your side."
As we bow low before our ancestors, always having them moments away in life or in death, a father or mother who never dies. A child who grows up with her mother and father always next to her by her side, on her side, fighting with her, with her side against all other sides, against all odds.
Not having a loss even when a loss is eminent, calling always to your guardian angel to sweeten your bitter waters, hoping she finds your message in a bottle, a bottle afloat to sweeten the seas with words as sweet as wine, with words of hope and words of love to those the deceased has left behind.
Floating, always floating, never adrift without a purpose, having a purpose to keep your deceased parents' love for your family alive.
Learning to swim, then learning to yacht, then finding an island in the seas where you can bask lazily in the sun, warm your skin and think thoughts of love for your loved ones whether in life or in death, a place to receive your message in your bottle and to read it aloud.
A message in a bottle that says "I love you always, whether in death or in life."
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