Several weeks before I witnessed the sunrise over Point Loma and put my body through 13.1 miles of hell, I was sitting in the cemetery in Naval Base Point Loma. Before taking a friend to the airport, he insisted that he had to see the sunrise. By this time in his trip, I was short of patience and agitated; I wanted him at the airport.
Despite my grumpy mood, I'm happy he "suggested" that we go to the base. The sunset was serene, calming and beautiful. Sittings amongst the headstones was humbling. I felt renewed and my anxieties and anger toward my best friend had vanished. It was a beautiful way of ending his trip to California.
