It is a blustery February day here in Seattle as I finally get around to posting again to this site dedicated to Joe. On doing scans of other slides my dad sent my way in December came upon this one toward the end of the process. We went to this beach quite often as the water near the beach was calm and friendly to my mom who didn’t do well with waves.
Joe and I would wander this beach, sometimes heading off to the small lagoon or to a fountain at a nearby hotel where he’d retrieve coins tossed in by tourists wishing for good luck.
The grassy area behind us would host big band music to entertain those on R & R from the Vietnam war. Our regular lunch would be bean burritos and even though it was already warm out, Joe and I would linger in the showers there with the water pouring on the backs of our necks. That memory/image pops into mind from time to time now as warm shower water runs on my neck.
Visited this location in 1999 and what remains is an Army museum.
The pain and fog of a few months ago has lessened somewhat to where it isn’t a continual thought in my mind. Waking up each morning though there is a mental reminder that he is still gone, that it wasn’t just a bad dream. It has now been 9 months since you left us Joe.