Whole worlds come and go like Ocean’s tide when anyone dies and leaves us behind:
their ship leaves while we stand on the quay, knowing our ship will come in, some day.
It’s worth saying here that the dead here is not someone I know. But sometimes, the tales of others remind us of our own mortality, and it is useful, then, to sit up, pay attention, and wave to those going out to Ocean. Our time will come eventually, and nothing will keep us on the wharf when the time comes to depart.
It sounds like he was a good man.