Her bright blue eyes always reminded me of the ocean. One of my last memories with her was being handed a sand dollar, she told me, “When you come across a sand dollar, just know I'm there watching over you”. Little me would never know that this innocent statement would make me question everything about life. The day she passed, I was angry with the world, God, and everyone around me. Like the waves at the beach, it felt like my world was crashing down. I knew I could never look at a beach or a sand dollar the same way. I started to hate everything, especially the beach. I wouldn’t say I liked the sound waves, the breeze blowing in my hair, and the feeling of sand touching my skin anymore, I hated everything. It felt like I had nowhere to go, trapped in my own mind, creating stress, anxiety, and complete madness. I lost my self. Later, the stress became unbearable and I really needed a moment to relax. Although I was still angry with God, I thought to myself, “Maybe I need to go back to the place where I felt the safest, the beach”. The moment I heard the waves crashing against the shore, I began to cry. It felt like never ending. As I began to walk the shoreline, I asked God for a sign of