The Pointless Book

And The Boat Sails On

I'm touching my toes to the bottom of the deep end of the pool with my daughter for the first time. While we're down there, my son jumps in. We see him, all smiles and covered in bubbles.
This is the song playing in my head.
And when I die, I will live in that moment so much I won't be able to remember if it was real, or if I just dreamt it.
And it won't matter. None of it mattered, and all of it mattered.

And the boat sails on.