Susanna kept busy; busy meant less time to think. The fog of Agate Beach rolled over her heart and hid hope. Susanna thought God’s way made no sense. She stumbled over wanting to remember, and wanting to forget.
“For the living know that they shall die: but the dead know not any thing, neither have they any more a reward; for the memory of them is forgotten.”
—Eccelesiastes 9:5 KJV