Wave after wave, the tide of life

My face above the water

My feet can't touch the ground,

Touch the ground, and it feels like

I can see the sands on the horizon

Everytime you are not around

I'm slowly drifting away (drifting away)

Wave after wave, wave after wave

I'm slowly drifting (drifting away)

And it feels like I'm drowning

Pulling against the stream

Pulling against the stream

I wish I could make it easy

Easy to love me, love me

But still I reach, to find a way

I'm stuck here in between

I'm looking for the right words to say

I'm slowly drifting, drifting away

Wave after wave, wave after wave

I'm slowly drifting (drifting away)

And it feels like I'm drowning

Pulling against the stream

Sometimes i really get deeply moved and touched by a song, voice or music. This is one of these songs. On an early saturday morning with hardly any traffic on the road, memories of my childhood surfaced when i was on my way to my dying uncle who layed in a hospital in the south of Holland. My fathers brother lived most of his life with his wife near the sea. They had no children of their own and to them i was more then welcome every summer holiday. They lived in a huge house at the bottom of dike, which made it very easy to walk to the beach. As it was a big property, they had sheeps and every spring they had lambs as well. During the past years many lambs got my name when they were born on my birthday. As a child this gesture of them filled me with joy. Cats and chickens were held as well. To me this was a little paradise on earth. I have spend many hours and days at the beach on my own as at those days the beach completely desolated. Enjoying the water, the waves and the sound of the ocean it still lifts my heart when i am at a desolated beach. All of sudden this song brought me back to another state of mind. Wow, this voice gave me the goosebumps and the musicians with their curb style of play, made my mind drift away. I could cleary sea my uncle was dying, he was just skin and bones. I really felt sorry for him, as i knew he did not want to stay in hospital like this. He has always been independent and lived by himself, untill he was unable to do so anymore. He could hardly articulate, and it was very difficult to communicate. Looking at him i saw he was already drifting away to the other world. I really prayed for him that he could go very quick. Lasrt sunday i drove again to Zeeuws Vlaanderen, the weather was reasonable and when i got there he was having his tea and only eat three teaspoons of food. He looked even more on the other side at that time. I suggested we would go for a walk, his eyes became a little more right. Well ofcourse it was me who did the walking and he sitting in his wheelchair. He wanted to see all the beautifull gardens and flowers, which we did. I told him, to give me a signal when he wants to go back, he did, after more then 1,5 hours. He really enjoyed it. When i left him his hands felt really cold and he thanked me for taking him. It was his last walk in this life as later that night he went to sleep and did not woke up again. He passed away on tuesday morning 25th. Later that night my father called me to tell me the news. I was so happy for him. My father had been too late, he arrived that same day at the end of the day and had decided to visit his brother the following morning. Don't postpone, this is what i always tell my cliënts. Thanks to my spirits who encouraged me to go that specific sunday i was the last member of the family who saw him being conscious. And this song is not only a lovesong, but can be interpreted in other ways as well. Thanks Mr. Probz, for this amazing song, beautifull lyrics and amazing music. And not only waves come and go, it is also the tide of life. Birth, death, beginnings an closures it is all part of our lifes.