My Lady and the Sea(A repost)

A white speedboat is slicing through the sea under the 4 o’clock sun, huge plumes of spray arcing out from both sides.  Diamonds of sunlight dance animatedly on the water's surface, as the waves rise and fall over each other in a uniform rhythm.
           Sixty-four year old Nyalang is steering the boat with enthusiasm and skill.  Like a seasoned sailor, he is familiar with the fickle winds and waves.  Despite his consummate experience, the panoramic sea continues to grow on him with each passing day and has made him feel closer to God and the woman he loves.
           When Sandra was alive, they always went out to sea together. She liked to cling to his shoulders while he was driving the boat. They were the envy of many people. Nyalang, an architect, was one of the few people who had a speedboat driving licence in the coastal town of Miri. Sandra Lee, on the other hand, was an artist who was passionate about painting seascapes. They first met each other on a vacation cruise. With their shared interest, they hit it off immediately – it was like they were old friends. They had seen each other regularly after the trip. As devout Christians, they liked discussing the Holy Scriptures, and they tied the knot a year after their predestined meeting. Their thirty-year long marriage life was sweet and blissful.  All three of their children grew up to become successful professionals, each with a family of their own. 

Life was calm until Sandra was diagnosed with leukemia.  She lost her battle with the disease two years ago. Her death came on the heels of their 30th wedding anniversary. Her final wish was for her body to be cremated and her remains to be scattered at sea.
             The spray on either side of the speedboat’s hulls thins as it slows down. The boat finally comes to a complete stop in the middle of the sea, bobbing to the gentle motion of the undulating currents.
           "Sandra, how are you?" says Peter, gazing up at the sky. "Today is our wedding anniversary."
           "Don't worry about our kids. They are all in great health. Mary will be giving   birth to our first grandchild in December." Peter smiled.
          " I bet you are excited about being a grandma," he said, squinting against the bright sun.
          "Many people have advised me not to go out to sea too often. But they don't understand." His voice falters.
          Peter looks at the sea around him and sighs.
          "The sea is the place where I scattered your ashes. When I look at it, I see you."  His voice melts into a whisper.

"I am always thinking of you. I love to see your hair streaming in the wind. I miss your voice.  I miss the warmth of your hands." His eyes start turning misty.
            He takes a deep breath and continues, "But I know I must continue to trust in God. I am no longer angry with him for taking you away from me."
             "I am yours, and you are mine. Forever and ever."
             "I believe I will see you again someday up there," Peter says as he gazes up at the sky, his voice tinged with excitement.
             "Yes, the moment will come," he says passionately.

Rising from his seat with outstretched arms, he shouts,
             "Our souls will fly over the wide expanse of the sea in pure bliss and joy! We will never be parted!"

     A sea gull swoops over the boat, screeching loudly in unison with Peter's voice.
            Peter turns on the ignition and the speedboat roars back to life. It rockets through the sea at full throttle until it disappears at the point where the sky and the sea merge.