On our last trip to the beach, we skipped the resort trolley and drove ourselves to the beach from our balcony view, which had a much shorter walk to the water.
Storms were brewing and the sky was a bit ominous. The ocean was agitated and the water far choppier. Which made it even more fun to play in. The swells were larger, the breakers bigger, and the spray less predictable. It was terrific fun!
We all realized that this was my Dad's last trip to the beach. His imperfectly healed leg, his arthritic ankles, and his poor balance make walking on sand and playing in the waves energy depleting and cause considerable pain. He insisted on going, despite his obvious pain, because he wanted to be a part of our fun and to experience the ocean one last time. It was hard for Dad to be there and hard for us to watch. There was sadness on the beach and grief and so much joy. I am so grateful that we had one last great beach adventure.