Another thought is to add planets to the beginning with the ocean, or at least the moon, since it's the gravitational pull between planetary bodies that makes the tides, so I don't have to change the metaphor at the end. Also then, can take the afternoon onward, having dinner with my father and his new wife (a new and good change that I don't know very well) and end by being at night talking about planets and want and change.I want to apologize. But I can’t apologize for one thing without apologizing for everything. And if I apologize for everything then I have taken everything. I want to give him my sorrow, but I want to give him his life—his life—not mine.
And as I re-read that, I think, no. Nevermind. I'll work something else out.