I always want to have something uplifting to talk about. Sometimes, I have to remind myself that my little Sand Buckets are actually just a “journal of a retired beach bum.” I don’t have to always tell you something mind boggling or earth shattering. Maybe something that will touch your heart or make you chuckle. It doesn’t necessarily have to be a full rolling belly laugh, maybe something that will bring a tear to your eye, or maybe something that you’ll relate to, perhaps some happening in your life.
I’ve known this young man for maybe 15 years. He’s been my son’s best friend for almost as long as I can remember. The first time I met Brandon, he remarked on my Amaryllis flowers, how lovely, I fell in love with him immediately. Over the years, Matthew and Brandon graduated from college, they’ve gone through girlfriends, they’ve partied down here at the beach, I taught Brandon how to clean crabs and fussed at him for sleeping on the couch when I had a bed made up for him. I call him my Indian son. He’s half Cherokee, half Chippewa, it’s like that song … I’ll never forget my youngest daughter belting out the song when he told everyone. We were all sitting downstairs at a family crab-feasting-frenzy one evening. Being 1/4 Cherokee myself, he’s definitely more American Indian than me or any of my natural born children. And why this means anything to me? Just because!
I love this kid like my own, and this weekend, I met the woman he has asked to be his wife, I couldn’t love her more. He finally brought her home to meet his “other” parents … Lovely Sarah!
GO’s Sand Bucket is only one beach bum’s journal of life at the beach, probably something each of you can relate to. Please feel free to email me with your thoughts, visions and/or feelings of just exactly what the beach means to you.
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