"This is the day the Lord has made."
- Psalm 118:24
I thank you, Lord, for this day
as I visit the beach on a Men's Spiritual Retreat.
Today the waves crash.
The seagulls call.
The wind blows.
The sun warms my skin.
As I look at the sands,
I remember my Dad
in a beach chair,
a hat covering his balding head,
the end of a long string in his hand
from a kite fluttering in the winds above.
My brother and I building sandcastles nearby.
It's a beautiful view from days gone by.
Bittersweet, as I remember the last time my Dad sat at the beach.
It had been a challenge
getting him out of the car parked in a handicapped spot
guiding his walker over the sidewalk to the ramp that led to the sand.
He sat on his rollator
a hat protecting his bald head
watching the surf crashing in the distance
with my son playing in a tide pool nearby.
It may have been his last physical trip to the beach.
He still visits the beach in his mind.
He loves to watch a YouTube video
of waves crashing
with seagulls calling in the distance.
Today the waves crash.
The seagulls call.
The wind blows.
The sun warms.
I remember.
I wish I had a hat.
Thank you, Lord, for this memory.
Thank you, Lord, for this day.
Amen.
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