Vacation. Sand and water, a lighthouse.
I only visit the grave occasionally. Sometimes I get the urge to go. But he's not there and we always acknowledged that fact. I always walk on the beach first and take a special seashell, bury it in the sand on the grave and no one knows.
It's quiet. The Pensacola national cemetery is one of the most beautiful places in the world to me. The planes fly over - he was a pilot. The lighthouse is near - it's never dark. The emerald coast is just over the slight hill. Oh, and don't forget the Naval Aviation Museum. Famous last words 'Let's just stop here for an hour'.... We loved it all and this place in particular, so it's the perfect burial place for him.
I had my visit to the special grave. Life and flowers are for the living and so I do not take flowers and I never spend very long there. He wouldn't want me to.
We rented a trimaran sailboat with a captain for a sunset cruise. He was the nicest guy. When we came out of the protected harbor, the lighthouse was right there and just over the hill would be the grave. I teared up a little and saluted. I felt sad, but only for a minute. He wouldn't want me to.
He would want me to be on the water again. He would want me to love my life and choose people and activities that make me happy.When we cut the motor and it got quiet, the sails were raised and we began to move smoothly. There is no rocking on one of these boats. It was incredible! I could see the little waves and the sunset was very pretty. We really enjoyed it.
I felt connected to the water - I've always been connected to the water.
This photo was taken and it has inspired a dream.
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