by Jan Owen
I went to the beach this summer, about ten months after my husband’s death. As I stepped out of the front door of my little beach house and walked along the shore, I felt a deep happiness and joy for the first time in 2 1/2 years. In that moment there was no dark undercurrent of misery for me, just unconstrained joy.
As I walked the deserted beaches on the east end of the island one morning, I found many sand dollars and starfish. It made me smile so much. Again, my heart felt happy and free. I was beginning to feel hope again. These sand dollars are ones I brought home. I look at them each day and remember that hope.
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