We lost Mom 31 years ago today.
I’m pretty sure we didn’t realize when this picture was taken that it would be one of the last photos we had with her, or that lighthouses would always hold a special place in our hearts. After all these years I treasure the memories of our trips to Montauk. There was something special about getting away, just hopping in the car and heading to the beach with the family, but at the time we surely took it for granted.
For a long time, I thought that my Dad had taken this picture, but I realize now that he’s in the picture too, down by the water, off to the left. Maybe he was looking for shells, or fishing… if I close my eyes I can almost smell the ocean, hear the seagulls, and imagine my family beside me. Now that Mom and Dad are both in Heaven, it’s even more precious to have a photo of all four of us.
I may not be able to remember the sound of Mom’s voice, but the sounds and scents of the beach can bring me back to a time and place where the only thing on the agenda was for us to hang out and spend time together.
Today I’m thankful for happy memories. I’m thankful for the ocean and the seagulls and the beaches and the lighthouses. And figuring out how soon I can make a trip to the beach… we’ve got to make some more memories.