By Georgia Osten
To Mom: I really miss you, it’s this time of year that you were born. It gets swallowed up as the years go by. You were born in 1921 in September, a twin, the one that survived. After all, you were born at home by a mid-wife. You’re an only child, your Daddy was an only child and so am I. It’s also this time of year that you died, just a few days after your 83rd Birthday – Just a few days after you had your cataract surgery and you could finally see again … go figure. Your last Birthday, a couple of weeks ago, you would have been 93. My goodness, I’d love to sit with you and tell you all the things you’ve been missing. But wait, Mom, you probably haven’t missed a thing. I’ll bet you’re up there with my Dad and witnessing all the wonderful things your family has gone through, endured, loved, possessed, anticipated … Thank you for being the major part of my life, thank you for watching over me and molding me into the woman and Mom I am today.
I’d thank him for lending me you.
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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I love you to the moon and back! You too Nana!! 🙂