Theme: Grief Work and Healing Journey
The week after my mom passed away, a great friend brought me to the beach. I hadn't been to the beach in maybe 8 or 7 years. It's crazy how quickly time can go by, and I live in Florida! I hadn't realized that much time had gone by since I'd been to the beach until that occasion. I wish I could've brought my mom again, at least once during that 8-year time span. Alas, that was not in the cards. But...I believe she's enjoying the most spectacular beaches right now.
My mom loved the beach, so it felt right to go there to have a little fun, feel a little peace, and get a little sun.
Whenever my mom and I used to go to the beach, we would collect shells. It was her thing...my thing...our thing. At the beach that day, I filled up a bag. It had been a really good shell day.
I collected shells.
I took pictures of the ocean.
I recorded videos of the waves.
I got a sunburn along the part in my hair.
I had a great time.
Beach Waves Video:
We went again the next month.
And I had an even funner (yes, funner!) time.
Pelicans:
Because the beach was a place my mom loved, I feel like I'm honoring her memory whenever I go there.
ALL A TO Z POSTS:
A - ASMR
B - Beach
I live along one of the prettiest, yet most contaminated, beaches in Louisiana. For a university microbiology experiment decades ago, my classmates and i put samples of the lake, bordering our petrochemical plants, in pitre dishes. What grew in those cultures insured I would never go into the lake again!
ReplyDeleteI still go to the Civic Center to look out over Lake Charles, The lapping waves seem to connect me to the breathing of the world somehow. May the memories of your mother heal more and hurt less in the days to come.
https://rolandyeomans.blogspot.com/2024/04/if-you-have-not-done-things-worthy-of.html
Thank you, Roland!
DeleteIsn't it funny how we can be so close to beaches and yet we never go. I'm the same way. It's not even like more than 20 minutes from my house, yet I never go.
ReplyDeleteIt is. I guess it’s like locals who never go to touristy spots, like the State of Liberty.
DeleteHi Chrys - what a lovely post ... took me back to earlier memories of our Cornish days - now I'm on the Sussex seafront and hardly go down to the water's edge. This is a great choice for your A-Z ... cheers Hilary
ReplyDeleteThank you, Hilary!
DeleteMy dad loved trains. When a train cross a street I am on, stopping traffic, I remember how much he enjoyed it. Amazing what embraces memories.
ReplyDeleteThat’s sweet. I like to watch trains go by, too.
DeleteI love the waves as they break on the seashore and I remember going to the beach with my brother the day our dad died. We hired kayaks and were paddling around a rock as the tide came in. Suddenly, a young woman realised she had stayed too long on the rock with her expensive camera and was stranded. She asked if we could take the camera ashore while she swam back. Which we did. It was nice to be able to do someone a good turn on a day that was otherwise sad.
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing that with me. That’s a wonderful story. Being able to help someone on a day filled with sadness is amazing.
DeleteWhat can I say? I can’t resist. Like mother, like daughter. ;)
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