My dad’s favorite beach❤️

Today I went on my dad’s favorite walk down to the beach. I remembered every part of that walk as I’ve walked out many times with him. The only thing that was different was some of the last times we went they were building a new house and today I saw it has been built. It’s actually a very cute home. I passed the home that has the fancy cars in it and my dad would always tell me yup they got money to burn. When I got down to the beach I sat down at a picnic bench that was in the sun. When my dad would get tired we would sit on the bench on the other side and watch the people. Today there was tons of dogs. He would have loved watching them play.

It was such an amazing day when though the wind was cool, the sun beat down on my face. The cool air with the sun was refreshing. I walked down the beach not the side we usually walked but the other side and I sat on a log until I felt chilly. I found a rock one of dozen ones I have at home that he loved to pick up for me. In the silence I could hear the conversations we’d have. He knew that beach so well. How many times had he walked it with his loved ones or with people that came to keep him company during the week.

It was such a clear day that not only could I see Mt. Baker but also the  Olympic mountains. I’ve not seen both sets in a long time. Way off in the distance was a sailboat. The ducks were enjoying the sun as well. It was a glorious day. It was so peaceful that I felt so close to my dad. I loved being in his favorite place. Made me feel close to him. What a glorious day even though it was a bit chilly out of the sun.

As I sat on the picnic bench in the sun listening to the birds sing, dogs barking in the distance and a flag nearby flapping in the wind. There is something about this beach. The picnic table had a plaque on it. The plaque was about another person who loved this beach as well and the table was dedicated to their mom. A place where her family could still meet. I think of how many people have come and sat and enjoyed this part of the beach on Agate Lane.

The peace I felt in my soul was amazing. I could feel my dad all around me. I wanted to stay forever. I will definitely go back and walk more and go down the other end of the beach. For today I just went as far as I could. I miss walking, talking and laughing with my dad. I hope that’s he’s walking along the beach in heaven with his mom and dad and others who knew him.

I found a piece of driftwood and a rock the kind he often picked up for me to put in my pocket. I have a bowl outside my door of all the rocks he’s given me in all the years. It was good to go back to the place he loved with all of his heart. I’ve not gone back since he passed away. Until the next time I go. 🐚