But now you're gone, gone, gone.
We still have wailing winds, more moisture than you wet our hair with when you were whole and threatening, pumping surf and a shoreline devoid of sand that you sucked away.
Perhaps we shall occasionally remember you as the one who threw a trawler about and stole three fishermen from way, way out at sea.
I am sure we shall also remember the pure miracle that you (well, possibly the big boss) tossed an EPIRB to one in the middle of the ocean and gave him life - life that, when we heard of his rescue, we all valued that much more.
But now - back to the business of living without you taunting us.