A month ago now we stood on the edge of world, Noah and I.  We held hands as we watched our children joyfully play in the cold sand of the Oregon coast beaches.  Soren and Jude marveled as the waves chase away the birds vying for a taste of what was left in the tide pools.  We stood as Noah's parents encouraged their grandkids to write their names in the sand, if only to temporarily claim that we were there, one more time.