I don’t remember when we started going to the beach each summer. When I was a kid I went every summer, even many weekends of the summer. It was often just my mom and I and we had a trailer at a section called Salter Path down by Morehead and Atlantic Beach. This was before 40 was complete and always took 4 hours to get there. Forever when you are a child and I had every mile memorized.
But life moved on, the people who owned the land kept raising the rent till it was beyond our means and sometime during my college years we had to let it go.
I didn’t really notice at the time as I was caught up in starting this new family and always it seemed just struggling to survive.
It was my mother who really brought the beach trips back.
I was I guess in my late twenties and I don’t think Cayla was even born yet when we started. Over the years we had family friends who we had always let use our trailer at the beach. Now they had beach houses or condominium on the beach.
The favorite became a place on Emerald Isle. I loved that place. With all of us it was a bit tight but I have many precious memories. Of my family, my kids playing on the beach, Carli.
Before true lose.
The Emerald Isle trips ended about the time I moved to Florida to work on a Masters.
It is sad yet I couldn’t do Emerald Isle now anyway. There is still a sense that we are not complete but there the absence of her presence would be too much. I would see her, Christian and Cassandra playing in the sand, yelling, bouncing in the pool.
When I close my eyes I still do.