‘My husband’s ashes are nonetheless unscattered, however we’re doing OK’

Poppy, the youngest, is nearest to me, and he or she makes it into my arms. Bear retains paddling, however the present retains pushing her away. There she goes once more, below, and up, and below, and I sign to her to maintain her hand up within the air, and a wave pushes Poppy and me in the direction of the jagged rocks. And plainly we may very well be secure right here – if we may scramble up, we would be all proper, however we’re pummelled, again and again, overwhelmed towards the rocks. I attempt to put my physique between Poppy and the sharp edges, attempt to raise her over my head and on to the rock shelf, however I’m not sturdy sufficient, and Bear has disappeared from view.