Reading your description brought me back to my story. What a coincidence. I miss my late mom. She died at 64 from diabetes. My father died a few years earlier at almost the same age.

I love the beach, which is a strange feeling. But the big clue is the wind. The wind is like destiny. We don't know where the windmill will turn, but at least in that unknown, we have many surprises in life, giving us new feelings amidst the loneliness that slowly sweeps away without us realizing it.
Just close your eyes. It's as if the wind is saying something, "Whatever happens, if we're still alive, there's still an important purpose for us to live for." ♥️