This weekend was the anniversary of a friend of mine's loss of her companion to cancer.
In his memory, she walked along Narragansett Bay collecting sea glass. Now I never encountered sea glass growing up near the Gulf Coast and to the best of my recollection, it's not found on Texas beaches but I'm fascinated by it.
Like river rocks, they're sculpted over time and space. They carry an untold history with them and, as my friend said:
"They're broken. Just like me."
My response was, "We are all broken. But we must get on with it."