Dad wanted to walk on the beach

O give thanks unto the Lord; for He is good: for His mercy endureth forever.

September in Michigan

Dad has always loved the beach and the other day when we were out driving he asked me to pull over.

When I found a good place to "look" at the water, he jumped out and headed down the beach.

Anna quickly went with him to help him down the rocky dune.

Just a boy again.

I wonder what he was thinking as he stood upon the shore with the wind in his face and sand in his shoes.

I wish we could go back in time to a day when we would all go home and love and laugh and talk about old sailing trips and races.

Well, I love you Dad.