Deb. woke up in middle of night to check on you & Robin, both lovers of the ocean,
like me. Your account of helping a struggling Bob to the see the ocean, was so sad. But, someday, in your grief journey,
you will remember that he was with you,
rather than the sad details of his being
disabled. Linda & I loved a breakfast place
at a motel, overlooking the sweeping
view of crashing waves on the rocks, of
the Back Shore of Gloucester. We would
take a cab, and one driver, about 40,
helped Linda with her walker. I helped
her inside, . carried the walker up the
stairs, while she slowly made it up,
holding on to the railing. Now, I recall a
funny incident that makes me chuckle.
She had some food around her mouth,
but I was so busy talking with the
waitress, looking out at the magnificent
view, and, of course, eating, that I neglected to tell her. Linda had to go to
the ladies' room. When she came back
to our table, said she had looked in the
mirror & saw the cheese, from the
omelet, dangling from her lip. She said,
" I can't believe you let me go to the
restroom without telling me !!!". We
both laughed, and she shook her head
about how clueless I could be! The first
summer after Linda died, I couldn't go to
the beach alone. She used to put suntan
lotion on my back & watch my wallet &
keys, and prescription sunglasses when
I went swimming. I told people that I
wouldn't go to the beach again, until I
could go with another woman, who could
do the same for me, which was absurd.
The next summer, I put my toes in the
water. This past summer, on a very hot
day, on the spur of the moment, I waded
in, waist deep, carrying all the aforementioned items in a bag. It was so
cool and refreshing. The water was so clear, that I could see my feet on the sand.
I patted myself on the back that I was able
to do that. Next time, God willing, I hope
to swim, and not bring all those items. I have a hidden spare key near my apt.
door. I won't be at the beach that long,
to be worried about getting a sunburn.
I was over thinking, and denying myself
the pleasure of being at the beach in
the summer. I DID enjoy soft serve ice
cream on the Neck, on a hot day. One time,
I even had an ice cream soda, with a
spoon & straw, & sat in the shade, looking
at the famous red fishing shack, Motif #1,
and the lobster boats in the small harbor.
Lou
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