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I could hear the waves crashing on the beach from my apartment this morning. I rushed down to take a look and it didn't disappoint.
My mood was better this morning but I have been especially reflective because tomorrow it will be 8 months since Phil left. I don't know why but mind was filled with Phil's and my age difference as I walked. There was 17 years between us, it gave me more problem than it did him. There were many times that someone had called me his mother or some other uncomfortable comment. What I was thinking today was how much time I spent worrying about it when it didn't matter in the end. I'm sure what I have been through the past 5 years has aged me, I feel like it has. The lesson was that the our ages didn't make a difference at all, it wasn't important.
As Phil declined he tried to apologize for things we fought about or did during our 23 years together. I told him that all that mattered is that he was always there for me and that I would always be there for him. It ended up what was important was our moments together, our laughs, our hugs, kisses and love. Don't waste time on worry that isn't important....The stupid fights never mattered at all.
This morning at Lovers Point.
As I was taking an image of a goose two woman came up behind me saying there is mother goose. Ha! One of them looked at me and told me that I looked just like mother goose, that made me smile.
Then a gentleman asked for directions to the great tidal pool. I pointed him in the direction, when I got there we ended up walking and talking for a bit. He said he was a journalist writing a book on the bay. I ended up telling him about Phil and me walking which surprised me. Verbalizing what happened often is too painful and I usually don't want to share because I don't want to shock someone with my story. He made me feel comfortable and I enjoyed talking to him. He was going to interview someone from the aquarium by the tidal pools.
Noelle and I had to run a couple of errands and while we were out we spotted the Marine Mammal Center rescuing a seal. It reminded me of a time a couple of years ago when Phil helped them when they were rescuing an injured sea lion.
What a cute face. It looks like an elephant seal pup to me. Tomorrow I will check on there site to see who and what it was....
I miss you and you will always be my hero.
Phil helps the Marine Mammal Rescue to save a sea lion, he named "Butterfly"
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