A break from the world

Vacation, all I ever wanted.

Well, we just got back from a lovely mini-vacation to the beach. We went out to my parent's time share (this is their week) on Saturday, stayed Sunday and took off work Monday and Tuesday to make a four day, three night trip. C'est tres relaxament.

The resort is in North Reddington Beach, on the Gulf. My grandparents bought the place circa 1981, so I've been going since I was 2. Me and my brothers all learned to swim in that very pool. It's kinda nice to have a place that has remained basically unchanged in a quarter century, that you can visit occasionally to remind you that there are things you can hang on to.

My mom became very wistful this morning, and said that she feels very close to her mother there. I can remember my grandma making blended adult beverages in the room, and bringing a pitcher out to the table. She loved the sun, the beach, and the pool, but I think she really loved hanging out with her family. Maybe I'm just projecting, because I had a great time with all of those things, especially the family part, but I like to think that is only because of the values passed on from her to me.

Anyways, if a place reminds you of a loved one, and if you feel closer to them, and if it makes you remember them, and tell stories about them... then I believe that in that way, they continue to dwell there- their presence is as real as can be.