Wow. Maybe it's the natural outcome of putting my thoughts down in a public forum; I guess I have to expect all kinds of responses. I was going to say nothing, but after the third person asked for directions to the beach, I cannot hold back any longer.
To those of you who enjoyed the photos and the meaning of the story: Thank you for your comments.
To those of you who want me to tell you how to get to that beach...
The short answer is "No."
No, I cannot tell you where that beach is. You will have to find it on your own, or have someone show you, as I did. It is not a freebie or a Mapquest; it is a pilgrimage and a deep gift. Please stop asking me where it is.
In case you didn't notice, this is a blog about my life and healing and learning to live after the death of my only, beloved daughter. Find your own way. You can do it.
3 comments:
Wow. I just went and read the comments and I am so sorry that people chose to ignore the message of plaintive pain and yet hope that you found there in favor of their own self absorbed agendas. Of course this is a place special to your heart. Katie was there with you and I thought about the story a lot yesterday. You are always with me even when we are not exchanging active emails.
People do not understand the depth of this pain nor the depth of exposure we have subjected ourselves to in order to share it (the journey of parental grief) for the benefit of others. You help me all the time...and you do show me the way. I have found many "beaches" through you Karen. But I definitely had to find them for myself.
I am sorry they chose to ignore the journey and seek only a destination. It was a special day and lingered with me a long time. Thank you for sharing it.
Good for you Karen. I totally with you and Sheri.
My family and I have so many special memories, momentos, and photographs from area beaches...the thing of it is that as with so many things in life it is not the place, but the moments. And you can't exactly (nor would want to) give directions to those special moments.
The photos you shared are wonderful and the glass is georgious. God speaks to us all in many ways...what a beautiful message.
Sending hugs your way, Karla
I'm writing this with much respect and admiration. Your last two sentences are filled with strength, courage and inspiration. (and I'm not just talking about finding that beach.)
Thank you. I love reading your stories on here.
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