Patrick Cleg
I remember the days when Charlie and I would build sandcastles, sculpting towers and walls with eager hands. No matter how carefully we worked, the relentless tide always came, sweeping away our efforts. But we never stopped—we built, we laughed, we tried again.
Life is much the same. We construct dreams and moments, knowing that time and circumstance may wash them away. Yet, we keep going, because the act of building—of loving, of hoping—is what truly matters.
Until we meet again, my friend, wherever you are. I can’t wait for the day we build our next castle.