A Story about walking along on the beach.

A man was breathing his last breaths.  His loved ones were gathered around him but the lights were failing. A strange music was playing somewhere nearby which he seemed to recognize but could not remember from where he knew it.   In a few moments he discovered he was in some sunlight. Wait, it was actually sun beams! But where were his hands?  And as he looked down he saw his hands.

A voice came to him.  Let me show you the path of your life.  Just then the lights cleared and in a twinkling he began to see the events of his life, most of which he had forgotten, and he witnessed them transpire again. In each case,  luminous footprints, his and those of another left their mark in every scene, dramatic and banal.

Tears fell from his eyes as he watched himself watch the death of his father and observed himself as he betrayed
his marriage and himself.  He nearly burst with emotion as he saw his child take her first steps.  He gasped as he relived a horrible automobile accident. In every case... the footprints were in lock step.

As the spectacle began to wind down,  the scene changed to those of footsteps on a beach. The waves were breaking against the shoreline eternally.  And he saw his own foot fall leaving a trail in the sand.

He was walking along the beach.