Ron and I "have" ( I am not ready for past tense) a favorite beach and I went there today. I brought his IPOD along and shuffled his music. I definitely cried but I needed to. I know Ron was with me on the shore. I admit to "throwing like a girl" so I was not surprised when the rose I threw came back in the surf....or maybe Ron sent it back to make me smile. Then shortly after he sent a crashing wave that "caught" me and soaked me to my knees. I realized when I got home that my cuffed jeans had an ample amount of sand hidden inside...and was soon deposited on my sofa...
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