All that I hold dear, I kept in that boat. While some of my treasures are still safe in the boat, many have found their way into the icy, cold water.
I, too, am floating. All around me I see loved ones struggling against the waves, the chill and the fear. Frantically I am reaching out, trying to grab each and every one, but...
I only have two hands.
Some of them make it back to the boat. They are tired and weak, but safe.
I am trying so hard to hold onto all of them all. I can feel my grip slipping. One minute they are there, the next...They are gone.
I am left behind, trying not to drown in my grief.
And while I thank God everyday for the treasures I still have in my boat, I miss the ones that I lost in the vast, vast ocean.