As we were driving back home, as usual, I was just a little sad. I don't get to the coast nearly enough. I could feel that pull at my heart, something calling me back. I have already made plans to get back at least twice more this summer. It's not easy living 6 hours drive away. It isn't like when I was a kid and could walk to the water, now I have to plan, pack and DRIVE! So leaving, for me, is a challenge. I always say, as we are driving away "I could easily live here". This time Jackson said "me too". So who knows what the future holds. For now I am loving my life here on our 12 acre mini farm.
On the drive home, I just sat there looking out the window, didn't want to knit, didn't want to read, just wanted to sit and remember the fun times we had for the week. I also thought a lot about my dad. I know I post about family a lot. That is just me being sentimental. I feel like my parents were taken away from me way too soon. So I think about them a lot. I was remembering going out on the water with him, fishing, clamming (not that I ever did much clamming). Generally I would go out, get tired of clamming after about 30 minutes, curl back up in the boat and watch the clouds roll by. He so loved the water. I so love the water. My boys prefer the mountains to the coast, OK didn't see that one coming. How could *I* raise two boys and neither one love the coast. Don't get me wrong they enjoy going, but both have said how much more they love the mountains.
My dad has been gone now for 17 years, 5 months, and 3 days. He never met my youngest son. He would have been a wonderful grandfather to them. I miss him so much. I think about him often, but there are days, like today, when it seems so much deeper, just an ache in my heart. Generally I remember both of my parents with funny or sentimental stories, but there are days when the tears just flow uncontrolled. When I REALLY miss him. Days when I say "my dad would know exactly what to do" or "dad would know how to fix this". Those days of sobbing are spaced out more now, but they still come. And I just sit with this feeling, remember how much he loved the ocean, and how we have that in common. I plan my next trip back to the beach, so I can see the gulls flying around, hear my dad cursing them, feel his bony ribs as he gives me a hug, hear his laugh in my ear, remember a practical joke or two. And wish he were still here!
My dad~right, and his brother (my Uncle Barry)~left.