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I have been very fortunate to spend the entire month of July at an apartment on the beach where my dog and I walk 2 hours every morning, in and out of the waves. (She runs and chases the ball the entire time). I have family who live within a mile of here and see them often in the evenings but I have deliberately chosen to spend most of this time alone, recovering from the 19 months of Barb's caregiving and her recent death in April. As I get ready to pack up and return home to m friends, my life, my home, my job, there are some stories from this time I want to share. Here is one of favorites:

July 14th would have been my 16th anniversary with Barb and as the day approached I was spending a lot of time on my long mornng walks reflecting on our lives together. Barb and I both loved to look for sandollars on the beach and often found them on the Florida west cost beaches near where my mom lived. On one trip, in May 2010, we found so many that we would plant one just "a bit" beneath the sand (but peering out )and then sit in our beach chairs a short distance behind them. We loved to watch as people walked by and happily "discovered" the sandollar. Then, we planted another. And another. It was our own version of Santa Claus. I was thinking of these memories on July 13th when I walked down the beach --lamenting that I had not seen any sand dollars on this shore line (East coast; of Florida rougher, big waves). So imagine my joy when I set out on my morning walk on July 14th, the morning of my 16th anniversary , and looked down to to find the best anniversary gift ever about 200 paces from where I started the walk--a small, perfect, beautiful sand dollar. Thank you Barb! For now, that sandollar is my "picutre" on this site and on FB --a constant reminder of the beuaty I shared with Barb and all the beuaty that remains in my life. Off to our morning walk...

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Comment by Lori on July 27, 2013 at 7:20pm

so understand the beach is a very special place for me as well

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