It's the 23rd of the month. Again. That stuff about it getting easier. HA! Not easier. We're here at the beach. Dave loved to go to the beach. He'd bring his guitar and sit around the fire and play. He'd eat oysters with my dad and walk out on the sand when the tide was low. He'd play games with the kids and the dogs. He'd hang out with Dad and Denny in the shop. It doesn't seem right that he's not here with us. This is our first trip to the beach (that's what we call my mom & dad's house...they live on Willapa Bay, a couple of miles from Long Beach) in several years. The last two years before Dave died, our travels were mostly to Seattle...no energy to drive that extra two hours here and back. My memories of Dave here are of him healthy and vibrant. It's been a good vacation. We went rafting in Wenatchee, took a spin through Leavenworth and Cashmere, spent some time with Erik, Evy & kids in Seattle, saw the Weiderspa...
...keep on keepin' on