All I know is:
today we are not here.
Today we did not wake up to the sound of birds in the coconut tree's, and the neighbors loud music.
Today we did not pack our swim bag with floaties and snorkle's and homemade coconut oil.
Today we did not hop in grandpa's boat Rocket and take off, streaming through the mangroves.
Today we did not float and swim in the clear water, and watch little fish darting about.
Today we did not stop for seafood lunch at Steve's uncles place.
Today we did not come home, tired and happy, brown and golden and sunkissed, to rinse with rainwater and sleep in our beds.
Today we are not here.
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