I had found a band playing and was there listening to them… She came looking for me and we swayed to the music for a while… It was a really good memory. Those little memories are the most wonderful things sometimes. A whole week at the beach boiled down to an hour listening to music and holding hands… swaying… smiling!
The only other memory I have of that trip was Ice Cream… mint chocolate chip… A huge cone. It was good and my grandkids laughing and playing on the beach… They thought I wasn’t having a good time… I was having the best time… just being me. Just being me with them!