Memories

Myrtle Beach is the only place my family thinks about for vacation. Growing up, my sister and I would hold hands and jump the waves, build sand castles and look for beautiful shells. At dusk, we walked on the beach and listened to the waves (usually a little gritty feeling, water logged, and our skin glowing bright pink). My sister now has multiple sclerosis (MS) and no longer travels to the ocean. When I come to the Beach Cove every year with my own family now, I take my cell phone to the beach at dusk, and call my sister. I describe the waves, gently touching the sand and hold the phone out so she can hear it. I take her a bottle of sand and shells so she can smell the ocean. In my mind, I can still see her jumping the waves with me and combing the beach for beautiful shells..

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