Beach Philosophy

On the beach with my brother, talking in social debate as we do, he posed a series of questions concerning how much of a person has to remain for love to continue. A debilitating accident–do you still love him? Of course. No arms, no legs? Don’t be silly. More debilitating events–being mauled by a bear and such, and now he’s just a head, kept talking and feeling and thinking by science–do you still? Yes, absolutely. More misfortune; he’s just a brain, hooked up to a computer that lets him communicate and think and love. My answer is the same–yes, yes, yes.

Okay, my brother says, now the brain has deteriorated, and the entire essence of the man I love is put onto a flash-drive. He can still communicate with me. I can carry him around, plug him into this device or that, and we can talk, reminisce, experience, love. Do I still love him? Yes! But, he asks, do you love the flash drive?

I pause. Good question. I answer with a hesitant but definite, yes. He poses his final question–The flash drive is corrupted. You can no longer communicate. The essence is still in there, but no longer accessible to you. Now do you love the flash drive?

No, I had to admit. I don’t love the flash drive. I said it better on the beach, and wish I could remember my words, but the essence was: Once the vessel no longer services the being, the vessel becomes obsolete. I don’t love the flash drive that no longer houses my love.

This is what I love about conversations with my little brother; we rarely agree, but we always find some common ground (though he’s stubborn and doesn’t think I see his point of view. I always do. Seeing his point and agreeing with it are entirely different things.) Because we don’t agree, I think about the things we discuss long after we’ve parted ways. I pondered this conversation, on and off, the rest of the day. While still on the beach, my brother sleeping in the sun about ten feet to my left, I texted him the above words about the vessel and the being. “Thoughts are forming. I’m going to write something about this.”

After losing arms and legs and body, in bear attacks and horrendous events, the basic question, for me, was this–do I love the physical vessel once it is no longer servicing the person I love. Husband, parent, child, sibling, friend? No. I don’t. How could I bury a husband? Cremate a son? If I still held attachment to the vessel that once housed them. But do I love them still? Every minute of every day.

I’m pretty sure this wasn’t what my brother was getting at. It was more rhetorical, about how much of a person can one lose and still remain “in love” with that person. But, like I said, conversations with him always make me think, and this conversation was like a firecracker under my chair.

As all things do, these days, it comes back to Chris. His vessel was no longer serving him. It became obsolete. It was never the physical son I loved, but the being he is. The essence he will always be, no matter what form that essence takes. I will forever mourn the loss of his smile, his hugs, all the things he never got to do, that life was so hard for him. So painful. These are the physical things that matter for such a short time in the span of forever. I know that. I’ve always known. But this conversation with my brother brought it into sharper focus. It made me cry in every way there is to cry, right there on the beach.



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10 responses to “Beach Philosophy

  1. Such powerful and thought provoking words, and always the deeply felt love, make chills run through me! Love and hugs, Terri-Lynne.


  2. Terri-Lynne DeFino

    ❤ back at you, Bev.


  3. You have more patience with your brother than I would! 🙂 I find these sorts of rhetorical arguments a little pointless. Anyone who has experienced the illness or death of a loved one knows that love isn’t really about the integrity of the physical vessel. On the other hand, you have such a gift for finding something positive in the annoying! 😉 Hugs to you, and thank you for another wonderful reflection.


    • Terri-Lynne DeFino

      I actually enjoy rhetorical arguments. They always make me think things I wouldn’t have otherwise. My brother and I will never agree on things; his perspective and mine just don’t overlap enough. But what a dull world it would be if we all agreed. Sometimes, dull might be nice, but still! 😛 ❤

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  4. Kelly Ramsdell

    Really thought-provoking, and somewhat confounding. Part of me says that if you stop loving the person once pieces are missing, perhaps you were only ever in love with the vessel, and that seems wrong. Part of me started thinking about dementia and how people lose bits of themselves. And then part of me got really truly pissed off (again) at my father, who was a minister, and was the one to do funerals for my mother’s parents. My grandfather had a stroke 2 years before he died and was seriously disabled. My grandmother had strokes that led to dementia. In both cases, he made remarks about how we should remember them for who they really were – the people they were before their physical ailments. And it made me super angry because they were still themselves when they HAD those ailments. And there were still plenty of reasons to love them as they were, all the way up to the end.

    Your brother really does pose interesting questions.


    • Terri-Lynne DeFino

      You’re absolutely right, Kelly. They were still THEM. People say things, well-intentioned though they may be, that don’t accomplish what they hoped. Ignorance? Their own self-preservation? Platitude said over and over until all meaning is washed away? Who knows?

      My brother loves this sort of conversation. We had many on our trip to Europe last March!

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  5. MaryAnn Forbes

    Your brother certainly asked thought provoking questions. I too believe the essence and spirit of our loved ones remain. There are moments, that I love, when I feel Bill’s spirit so strongly; they sustain me in my grief. I imagine that is true for you and Chris.
    I know that I often share this, yet I sincerely want you to know how much I value your words, and so appreciate you sharing them. Peace.


    • Terri-Lynne DeFino

      Whether those moments are of our own making or truly our loved ones biding near, they absolutely do sustain us. I’m glad you enjoy my words, MaryAnn. And I hope you know how much I appreciate you presence in my life, even if it’s just online. 🙂


  6. Mark Galluccio

    I can’t wait for our next trip.

    The topic: If I took Franks’ brain and put it into a horse. The horse could not speak but could pound his feet in a type of sign language, do you stay married? An the bigger question is, do you still…?


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