This picture of my Mom in a sea cave we discovered decades ago kind of gives me the chills now as it seems very symbolic of her troubles with dementia now. here is the exterior http://365project.org/pandorasecho/365/2015-03-14
Years ago, before we lived on the coast, we came over to one particular cabin for holidays. We rented the cabin on the beach, built fires in its fireplace and explored the coast both North and South. Once we found the top of an old gravel road, but the road led steeple down to a deserted cove and was so washed away, no one cold drive it anymore. We hiked down and explode the starfish covered beach and the tide pools and them my Dad heard crashing surf inside a large hill. Slipping through a crack in the rock we found this sea cave. foe about ten years we enjoyed it, then one Thanksgving we were at the cabin again and in the harbor we saw Coast Guard unloading large bales of marijuana and heard the story of a sea chase and a beached boat of drug smugglers captured. Then we headed up to the cave, but that was cordoned off. There was the beached drug runner vessel and the police and coast guard and a lot of crime scene tape. We decided to head further north and still had a good day.
But later we discovered that instead of salvaging the boat or leaving it there for someone to reclaim, it had been blasted to bits by dynamite and when we next went to enter the cave we found that the blast had collapsed the roof. We were sad. It was a loss we felt to our hearts.
but time heals most wounds and oddly unexpected, but probably should have been foreseen is the fact that the sea is a powerful force, and it has moved the rubble and churned new sand and built another, less grand perhaps, but still a work in progress, sea cavern
Whoa! Great story! And a neat photo of your mom. Despite its age and grainy quality, it also has a really artistic elemenet that appeals to me. I hope you don't mind that I'm putting your mom in my favorites.
Time and tide as they say. I think it is such a meaningful picture in the way you connected it to your mother's struggle with dementia. But, I'm also thinking that there is no better person to inherit the "keeping of the family stories" than you. You have the wonderful ability of preserving them both in your heart and through your writing. One day your granddaughter (and other grandchildren) will be reading them or retelling them to their children.
November 1st, 2014
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