shores and two fish

(a father's wish on his deathbed)

Would you be a friend on my deathbed?
Will you be my granting wishes as if it pleases you?
They say , the way to know humans
is when you travel at your lowest ebb and on the day you die
Will you be my relative ?
All I ask is the beach , the shore and the waves
the sight of the sun mirroring these waters
and two fish I'll eat as I let go of everything
you gave to me