A Saturday in May

April was a difficult month. On the 11th, my Grandmother passed away at the age of 84 after struggling with a variety of health issues for the past few years. Even when there is illness involved, nothing can prepare you for losing a loved one.

My Grandparents in 1948.

This past Saturday was Grandma’s 85th birthday. After heading to the cemetery to plant some flowers, we drove around the town I was born and lived in until I was 10. What started out to be a cloudy day with a forecast of rain, turned out to be a radiant, sunny afternoon. We walked on the beach where we spent most of our summer days. It looked different, smaller somehow… but I remembered it like it was yesterday.


Even thought the tide was low, it still looked pretty to me. Low tide never stopped us when we were kids. We would search for snails, mussels and other sea life to keep in our pails. Grandma loved the water and we would go clamming. I would dig in the dark thick sludge with a little rake, and carry the clams back to the beach in my t-shirt.


After leaving the beach, I noticed this tree in the parking lot. The color was so stunning against the blue sky. Spending time outside in nature can truly heal your soul.


Happy Birthday Grandma. I will always miss you. ?

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