Today would have been my mother’s 94th birthday. As some of you long time readers will remember, she passed away suddenly last December a few days before Christmas.
Her final wish was for her ashes to be returned to California and scattered at sea like my father’s were fifteen years ago.
She and my dad lived in a little 1920s house two blocks up a hill from Pacific Coast Highway in Laguna Beach for about 25 years, the happiest years of their lives.
Mom spent the last fourteen years here in Texas near her family.
Here is a photo my son took from his paddleboard about a half mile out, looking back at the beach at the end of my folks’ street. He told me it was a calm, beautiful morning when he said a few words in remembrance of Granny (Mom) and then scattered her ashes in the sea, reuniting her with my dad once again.
Happy birthday, Mom. Welcome home.