This log has been resting on our beach for a few years now. I love how it is an old weathered piece of life. It is nestled into the sand, and is a great place to plop down and have a seat to watch the ocean. It is sitting upon a wash of purple sand. This sand has a very high iron content. When we were little Grampy would let us use his magnets and drag them through the sand to collect all the iron.
We went for a walk on the beach today after we visited Grammy in the hospital. We are putting her into hospice care. We don't know how long she has to live, but know that she is ready to die. She made that very clear to us all. I couldn't help but think back to the memories I have of her on this beach. She used to watch us swim, build sand castles, and catch "beach bugs". We could always rely on her to share a handful of "wheat nuts", and to teach us how to make a great pie crust. She is 94 years old. On April 18th she will turn 95 years old. She has had a long and happy life. I just hope that these last few days (hopefully not weeks) will be as comfortable and peaceful as possible.
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