The last time I went to this place — 2 years ago
After my son was killed, I was on my way to my Aunt’s house. It was raining, I had 3DoorsDown blaring, and I just wanted to keep driving… I needed to be at the ocean. I stopped at a Visitor’s Center on 95N and asked where the closest beach was. I drove to Lewes Deleware and took the Ferry across to Cape May, sat on the beach for hours and cried my eyes out. The ocean didn’t judge me, tell me not to cry, to be strong, or that he was in a better place. I wrote a message in the sand to my son. I found some peace on that beach as I grieved the loss of my only child…
I watched the golden sun set on the beach as I looked for shells among the thousands of tiny slimy snails. I didn’t find any shells, but I did find a pale pink stone, shaped like a heart with a crack down the middle. I saved it, as it was a symbol of my own heart.
