24 Mar 2009 @ 15:58 

Dear Mom:

I get it now. Why you wanted to live at the beach so much. I’m sorry you never reached that dream. I don’t think it isn’t that you didn’t want to reach it, but that you had no clue how to get there.

I never truly understood the big deal. The only beaches I was familiar with were the Gulf Beaches in St. Petersburg area- and as beautiful as they were, with no shade, not much breeze, and scorching sun, it didn’t add up to me. I loved the beach, but only in the middle of a cold winter – and we never knew many cold winters there, did I?

Now, I know better, for I discovered the beaches in Western Washington on the Pacific and in Eastern Florida on the Atlantic. I discovered onshore breezes and the music of waves on a quiet night.

Yep, Mom, every night that I have tightly closed windows and cannot hear the waves breaking; every day that the breeze that always is, dares to stop; I miss it. And at those moments, I know why you so wanted to live on the beach. I get it now.

So, my dreams of years gone by, to escape Florida completely, have faded a bit. I am content to be here, but only for 5-6 months – and – on the Atlantic coast. Summer belongs to Washington, along the coast or snuggled in the Western side of the Cascades. (OK, reality is, just about anywhere West of the Cascades would make me smile, but you know that!)

I always thought it a little useless to live someone else’s dream for them after they are gone. I still do, but it is my dream now, come by honestly. If you want to look over my shoulder and tag along, you are more than welcome.

How will I know? Why you could send a shooting star through the sky when I have a camera handy to document it. Or, perhaps, money could fall in my lap (gently, Mom) to get our RV now, before the hurricane season.

Just kidding. I already know you have been tagging along these years. But you can’t blame the daughter you spoiled for trying!

PS. Leon would probably appreciate an RV with a washer/dryer in it. He already does more than his share… guess he took over where you left off. Oops, I forgot I was supposed to be doing something for him. No times to insert photos now. Gotta go, Mom. Say hi to Daddy – and tell him to send me a sign.

Love to you both,


Posted By: Marcia
Last Edit: 24 Mar 2009 @ 16:01



Responses to this post » (5 Total)

  1. TC says:

    What a wonderful letter to your Mom. Very sweet.

    Thank you, TC. I do have sweet moments occasionally; thankfully, had a few sweet ones while she was still alive, too. I do miss them. – MMB

    TCs last blog post..Don’t judge a book by her movie

  2. Linda Jacobs says:

    This brought a lump to my throat. It’s beautifully written. I could imagine my daughter writing it to me since I would do anything to live near the ocean.

    Linda, thank you. I hate to bring lumps to throats, but then I do, ’cause it means a person is alive and feeling…. Most of us are aware of that daily, a few of us need reminding occasionally. I hope you get to live close to the ocean. – MMB.

  3. Bone says:

    Simply beautiful.

    I much prefer the beach at night. I mean, I love it anytime. But at night, with most of the crowds gone, it is at its best. I love to sit in the sand and just listen. And think.

    Bone, it is the one place that others sounds can be drowned out by natural white noise… so we can think – and listen. Thank you for seeing beauty. MMB.

    Bones last blog post..Whatever gets you through the day

  4. Karen says:

    This is such a lovely letter. But what would life be without a dream?
    .-= Karen´s last blog ..Fog On Payne Lake =-.

    • Marcia says:

      It would be so much less without a dream, Karen. Thank you for finding this and commenting on it. It ’caused me to reread it, when I wrote it I was calm, today it was hard to read. And the money did drop from the sky, so to speak, not really, but we made the decision to spend money because the right RV suddenly showed up just 3.5 hours away – after hurricane season – but there were no hurricanes, lol. Though the money was a joke ’cause Mom, thank goodness, did not have money to spoil us once we were teenagers – and boy would she have… I may have been a different person.

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