The fishermans widow said be happy you never married a sailor

For

At his death 

You’d never wish to look at the sea

Again. 

Not look at the sea? But it’s my blood!

Never again, she mumbled, as she walked away.

I thought well that’s awfully dramatic.

Yes I can imagine the searing pain

At first

But 

It would lessen.

Pain usually does

If we allow it. 

Like it or not

Life goes on. 

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