When I see the ocean it's bittersweet. I feel refreshed by the crisp air coming from the west, I feel small while looking at a body of water that reaches farther than I can comprehend, and I feel home because of the many memories from childhood to teen years that include my mom. I guess the beach feels like a familiar hug. ❤ Is there a place or a thing like that for you? Join the #griefwildflowers hosted by @whatsyourgrief for the month of March.

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